I went to sleep and I remember that a baby was crying and I woke up and I was wondering if I had a baby brother
And that got me thinking how old is he and what is his name
That day I went to the social worker place and asked them if I had a bay brother
They looked up my name and called my social worker
And I went into a room and asked if they found a baby brother was in the house that night
They said there was a baby
And we took it into foster care to
I asked can I go and see him
They said no
I said why
Because the baby was 11 years old and he died having a heart attack
In his dreams
I wasn't crying because I didn't knew about him at all but I would like to get to know him
I went home and told my foster parent there were angry and there were sad
That night when My foster mother got a call and I went down stairs to listen and they said that we got mistaken that Lucy's brother is alive I felt so glad
I could jump up and down
My foster mother hanged up and my foster father came and said who was that
She said that was the social worker saying that Lucy's brother is alive my foster father said will we tell her
She said no we can't because she will go looking for her brother and it be to dangerous for her
He agreed
They went to the patio
I went to bed crying
I didn't went to sleep at all
I can't believe that my brother is alive I have to go and find him
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