When the court day for the development came, I was nearly a year old. I didn't quite yet understand the concept of the divorce yet. To this day I have grown really close to the family I am with now. I go to a public school but that's another story, for another time. For now hold on and listen we will be getting to that soon. When we entered the court room my mom was crying, my father, well like almost always, was high. I was asleep. After hours of arguing over custody of me, the judge was done. He said. "That is enough! This child will be put into fostering until you can both hold a job." That was the last time I saw my parents, until a few days ago. Let's not get into that.
