In third grade, my mom decided to try to do something with her life. After the nights I spent in a dope house, the fights I watched my mom and Amy go through, everything that happened in that year that we moved to coalmont. She wanted to get "better". Once, Amy was really high. Like really high. And she was on the run, but of course, my mom was helping her hide. But that day, the cops found her. I was asleep, but she came to my room and layed down beside me. She told me she loved me and got out of bed when the cops came in my room to get her. I got up, confused. I walked in the kitchen and asked my mom what was going on. One of the cops bent down and told me that Amy was going away for a while. And I said okay. So they took her away. And I thought they were gonna take me away, too. But a woman named Sandy Spies came(and we had lived with Sandy before, my mom and I). When she came, she told me to get in the car with her husband, Tim. And we left.
