𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀, 2002
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1 year old me watched as my two parents scattered around the apartment, which was the size of a basement. Along with it looking like a basement. They hid thing, swept the floor, ripped things off the wall, all in the mist of the CPS lady knocking on the door constantly. They knew she wasn't going to leave without seeing me, safely.
My mother, Frankie, finally opened the door with her kitchen apron around her silk black dress as if she was cooking. She wouldn't dare step in the kitchen unless it was for a glass of wine.
"Hi Ms. White!" Frankie greeted the woman.
"It's Mrs now Frankie, but hello, how is everything?" Catolina said as she made her way into the home, examining the cracks in the floor.
"Everything is great! Kourtney has started walking, you know, kids getting into everything" Frankie said, fake chuckling.
"Kouraje honey, Kouraje" Vance, my dad, finally spoke as he stood behind my mother with his hands on her shoulders.
"Ugh, I always forget, I was so high when I had her, I don't know why I gave her such a dumb name like Kouraje" Frankie chuckled but the room was silent.
"Hello Kouraje, how are you honey?" Catolina asked as she kneeled down to my level.
I stood there fidgeting with my fingers. I was told to never speak to the CPS people. All I ever wanted to say was help.
"She's doing fine" Frankie spoke for me.
"I'm asking her, Frankie please" Catolina said taking a glance at Frankie.
I opened my mouth but the words wouldn't dare fly out once my eyes met my mothers. She was staring at me as if she was reading me.
"I-I'm f-fi-fine" I said, forcing a smile onto my face.
I had a really bad stuttering problem when it came to talking to anyone because of the fact I barely talked.
"That's good to hear... how about you show me to your room?" Catolina said now standing up straight with her hand reached out for me to grab.
"W-we al-alr- already in m-my ro-room" I spoke, smiling nervously as we stood in the living room.
"Th-this my be-bed" I said hopping on the couch.
I immediately hopped off once momma gave me that look.
"Y'all got this child sleeping in the living room?" Catolina questioned my parents.
My mother opened her mouth to speak but my dad got a chance to before her.
"Actually, her room is being renovated so she sleeps in the bed with us or sometimes she chooses to sleep in the living room, ain't that right Lucky?" Vance said while nonstop smiling.
My dad called me Lucky because he said I was lucky to be here due to the fact my mother had a total of 12 miscarriages before they stopped trying for a child. In my opinion, they never needed a child.
"Mmhm" I hummed with the shake of my head up and down.
Catolina stayed for at least 10 more minutes before she headed out.
