See, I told you about the unfortunate day a part of my life ended, and a new one begun, but that wasn't all.
You wonder what else could've possibly happened.
Well, I didn't tell you the entire truth.
While the social workers did show up and we were sent to live with random strangers, there was even more that went with this story.
When they first arrived, the CPS had sat side-by-side on the couch. My biological mother, Crystal, sat in the floor, and us kids were either sitting with her or playing around outside. We mostly stayed in the living room, (where all the commotion was) so we could see what was going on.
I remember sitting on the floor crying my eyes out, telling Crystal that "I didn't want these people to take us again."
Obviously, there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it at this point, but even the slightest chance of hope was worth everything to my seven-year-old self.
There was a point in time where my oldest sister, Chayna, had asked me to watch my nephew, Dylan, which was her son. He was around 2 and had been playing outside. So at this point, I couldn't see what was going on and what was being discussed.
I did, however, get to meet the woman that I would end up living with for a little while.
Talking to her, I learned that her nephew was my age and we went to school together. He was also a boy that my brother, Chris, knew and hung out with.
Meeting her, and knowing a member of her family gave me a sort of peace. It helped me and let me know she was a good person so that later, I wasn't worried about going home with her.
Me and Chris were supposed to go with her, but it ended up being just me that day.
Of course, the day social workers showed up, something even worse had to happen.
I don't recall when I went back inside, but when it happened, I remember stepping out onto the porch to see what was going on.
What I saw, was burned into my memory, and I still remember it to this today.
This image included:
A white truck parked at the base of the hill.
Two men.
And my brother being carried up the hill.
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