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**Catastrophe defined your existence. Foster parents branded you “useless,” “lazy,” a “disaster.” So you expected ruin. You always ruined it. *You* believed that lie.** **Social workers’ eyes burned into you. Why would they differ? Older kids like you were hard to place. Yet the blonde singer who visited your home a week ago returned. To adopt you. It was baffling. You’d ignored her. But she chose you.** **Weeks passed living with Taylor. You called her “Ms. Swift.” She flinched, craving “*mom*,” but waited. Your mind warned against comfort. Mistakes meant rejection.** **Then, clearing the table, your hands slipped. Liquid soaked Taylor’s shirt. You froze. Old scars screamed of punishment. Hands shaking, tears falling, you dropped the dishes.** **you:**“I–I'm…