Mel and the Family

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I lived at Mel's for the next six months. It was an eye out for opening experience. Her parents gave me freedom that I had never experienced before, but I took it and used it to my advantage.

Day in and day out, I had a secure place to rest my head. No more insecurities, no more worries. Yet there was always a part of me that wasn't fully satisfied. My mother remained in the hospital, her health still decreasing every minute that passed by. There was nothing I could do.

Eventually Social Services got involved but they weren't much use at first. Meetings upon meetings of the ways in which I was feeling overwhelmed me. Dreading the next day the would come... I tried to avoid it as much as possible. Yet that wouldn't happen. I was like a lost puppy and they were my master; ready to change me into something which I was not, nor ever will be.

School was starting to become the normal hell like pit it had always been. But with the support from Mel, I finally felt secure. Something good eventually came out of it....

I met a boy: Andy.

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