My name is Sakhi; it means friend. When I was born, my mother died and my father just wasn’t there. I was raised in a hospital for nine months and then was sent off to a foster home. Soon after, I moved to (yet) another foster home and then yet another. At the last home, a very warm lady welcomed me. She was what I imagined a mother would be. Eventually, I was adopted. One last change of home. Although the changes were hard to cope with, life was fun at my various homes. This is my story.