My life started out simple until the day my mom decided that she was going to put a man in front of her own kids. Then I was only 5 years old by this time my mom and dad had already been divorced for 3 years. That was the last time I had heard the name dad for a long time. After that my life took a turn for the worst. A few months after my mom did that my sister kia and myself were taken in to foster care because the man my mom was with had beaten kia and me until the someone called the cops and my mom took the blame. Even though every one knew that Don had done it. Fast forward to 2 years later I'm 7 years old my sister is 8 we were back with my mom and had been for a while by this time my mom was with a man named Jonathan who I thought was my dad because my mom said he was. and I was happy for the first time in so long but then Jonathan started doing things to my sister kia and she told me what was happening and he found out and then he stared doing them to me and he told me if I told anyone he'd beat me sense less. I was terafied and the next day I told my mom and she did nothing. Later that day I told my teacher what had happened she call family services and I was afraid of going back to foster care but the took me and kia any way and split me and kia
up.
