That's the memory that invades my thoughts each and every night as I go to sleep. It was 12 years ago but the vivid memory hunts me like no other, the pain in my chest leaves me breathless as tears form in my eyes. I miss them..I miss my parents.
I put my hand under the pillow taping everywhere, anxiously looking for the only thing that brings me comfort: the picture of the last happy Christmas I had. I remember the story it tells like the back of my hand. My mom and sister were sitting in the floor next to the big fake tree that we all decorated with homemade ornaments while drinking hot coco. Its almost like I can still feel the vapor it released and the hot trail it left in my chest as I drank it. Mom heald my sister in her arms as she help her open her present. In front of them wrapped with a bight pink paper , sat the biggest box my 5 year old self had seen. I grin as my eyes travel along the picture to me and my dad sitting in a green couch. I remember my dad placing the camera on the camera stabilizer, setting the timer to 3 seconds and rushing over to my side but not before hitting his pinky toe on the brown coffee table. That made us all laugh. All except him, he wore a fake, very painless smile as the cameras flash went off.
A tear escapes my eye but I wipe it away almost as quickly as it was formed. I cant cry. I haven't cried since the police ripped me away from my parents. And I wont cry now. Ive always wondered what I did to deserve the pain and emptiness I feel every day. How could they take my family away just like that?
That's all about to change, in 6 hours I will finally be 18 and I'll never again see this hell hole called foster care.
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One Step Closer
Short StoryIt stared when I was 10. I had 10 years of pure happiness, 10 years of scraped knees and hide and seek, 10 years of Disney movies and bubble baths... that was intill I was separated from my family. It wasn't an alien invasion or a zombie apocalypse...
