I woke up to the sound of the intercom. When I figured out what was happening I knew why this was happening. I made a wish to get away from my mother and it was coming true.
"A few more hours please "why did I do something like that.
my mother pleaded to the case worker for more time soon I was going to be in foster care and probably not see her again. I felt like it was all my fault. That's the day I realized magic could be the reason I used to get in trouble. Why I would get hurt it was a big scheme. Then I heard my mom say something like thank gosh or oh my gosh d or something then she said to me, Celly don't let anyone tell you anything wrong you protect your sister OK baby girl
I say "OK mommy"
After that we went to the park to play it was not like my mom to do something like that. I knew my mom she wasn't happy about this it was like deep down inside I knew I had made a terrible mistake . I shouldn't have wished to be away from my Mom but I did. How could I do this to her I didn't care about my sister as much as I cared about my mom but her too.
I just don't know what I'll do without my mommy. I thought to myself but if I was going to be in a new home what was I gonna be treated like later that day I figured it was going to be nice until a year later.
"Anna get over here now"
"what do you want now Helen"
"I want you to clean up this mess"
"No I didn't make it I ain't doing it ask Nena!"
"no Nena is sleeping now clean it up!"
"i said no you do it"
"I swear if you don't pick this up I will hit"
It wasn't all that bad but it was a question of why I was getting treated that way. I think if i was good i'd get treated better but i was a good kid and no one could tell me different. you could question her disrespect. i had so much on my mind that day. so many things on my mind and i didn't understand any of it at all. Why was my sister getting treated so well and i wasn't.
fast forward a year later
that year was the year it started. i was a victim of rape a serious offense in the court of law. he went to a correctional facility for ten months which wasn't enough. he needed more than a correctional facility. he needed jail time but the government is fucked up. and all these people in that house were bitches in my opinion. But what can you do about your life only being 8 years old i didn't know how to express myself or take care of myself so what could i do. I couldn't do anything about a rapist but i could do something about me being raped years later i told because he threatened my life. I was 11 years old when i told the family and my mom about him.
YOU ARE READING
The Wake Up Call
Non-FictionI was only 7 when I was taken from my mom and the journey through the 5 years and counting tells you about the challenges I faced and how dangerous it was for me to live in this environment with a gift i did not know about until years later.
