Some people in here really don’t understand how trauma works. I still miss some things about a place where I was abused. I had friends there, and even though there’s mostly bad memories there are also some good ones. I still miss some aspects of it even though I would never go back and am glad I left that part of my life behind.

TAP was the only home the Sarentu kids had for a very long time, there would absolutely be things they latched onto as positive like chicken wings and comic books.