My aunt and uncle did their best to distract me, so I wouldn't think of my mommy and daddy and going home. They took us to Disneyland. I met Mickey Mouse. I had so much fun. But, I still missed my parents. They were still my mom and dad. Of course, my aunt and my uncle had a much bigger house with nice things. But, there were also things like rules and bedtimes and things I didn't quite understand. To put it mildly the adjustment was rather difficult. Despite the fact that I was such a lucky little girl to get to go to Disneyland and to have a roof over my head, a warm bed to sleep in. My aunt also cooked delicious meals. I was considered to be lucky, according to social services. At age 7, I didn't see how? How does a swat team raiding my house and having strangers in dark suits yank me out from under my parents wing make me lucky? However, not all kids who are made a ward of the state taken to meet Mickey Mouse. Right?
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Mystery / ThrillerI'm not quite sure when my fate was decided. It could have been when I was 7 years old and cps took me from my mom, who was an aspiring actress in Hollywood. Or when I made eye contact with the boy next door in San Bernardino Valley. Or when I exper...
