Behind Closed Doors: My Life As Ke'Ladriah Wallace

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"No ma'am they do not need Foster care." It's been 4 days since we been in that stupid courtroom and we packing our bags! I ain't going to no Foster home. "But I... I'm sorry." There was a long silence. "I told you that already. I have them all. I could bring them to you... Well I think that I am most certainly qualified... Thank you for your time.. Goodbye." I rolled my eyes sitting on my couch as I overheard Ms. Crenshaw on the phone. She comes by everyday to check on us since we living alone but I told her already that I can handle stuff like I been doing. "Don't you think you should be getting dressed?" She grabbed the remote and turned the tv off. I ignored her and grabbed it turning it back on. Once again. She turned it off. Then unplugged it. I stood up to go to my room, but she stopped me. "Young lady I have had enough! You always have an attitude every time I come here! I didn't want to send your parents there but I had no choice! I was only trying to help you! I ain't your momma and I wouldn't want to be dealing with your attitude! I cared more about you than your crack head momma ever did! I ain't beat you! I ain't curse at you! I ain't do none of that but you have the audacity to try and treat me like I did it! You know what!" I gritted my teeth as I spoke. "He ain't my daddy! Who told you to care huh? It'd been years since somebody cared about me and you just scaddadle in here and decide you're going to care!" My brother stood there with tears in his eyes as he watched our heated argument. "Look what you did!  You ruining everything. We we're just fine without you!" She took a breath, smoothed her hair and calmed her tone. "A few months ago I don't recall you being so "fine". You accidentally running into my car wasn't fine. You coming to school with bruises wasn't fine. You fighting and skipping school wasn't fine and you pulling that stunt with that gun wasn't freaking fine! You know what, I don't even care if you don't want to get dressed today. I just wanted you to go to school and become the person I know you truly are." "YOU DON'T KNOW ME!" She held up her hand silencing me. "You're right. I don't know you." She shook her head at me. "At least not anymore." She grabbed her purse and she grabbed the handle. "Goodbye, Ms. Wallace." I watched her walk out that door and out of our lives. Five minutes had past by and she hadn't come back. The one person that tried to help us. I'd ran her away. I just wasn't used to somebody caring like she did. I had to adjust to her being there and I couldn't do it. Clearly I need glasses because I was blind to the fact that all she was doing was trying to help. I'm so stupid. She was trying to be the mother we haven't had lately, and I ran her away... I just wonder what her conversation was about..