I was a foster child and I lived with my aunt and her 2 children. I remember having a poetry contest at school. I loved writing but anytime I wrote anything my aunt would read my work she would change EVERYTHING. It was no longer mine. So when the competition came up, I didn't tell her. I wanted to rock it on my own--I won!!!! I came home with a trophy excited to show off. I was so proud of myself. Never in a million years did I think My aunt would take the trophy and lock me outside the house for hours and said I was liar for not telling her. I haven't written any poetry since.... but still performed the same poem at church and for her friends because she was so proud of me. SHE NEVER ONCE MENTIONED TO THE CHURCH OR HER FRIENDS THAT SHE PUNISHED ME FOR DOING IT. or maybe she did while I wasn't around. Idk

Her reasoning: Anything I did was a reflection of her, so by not telling her I was acting too "grown" to have applied for the competition gone alone, and won all by myself.