Paralegal Truth

Chapter Four; An Act Two

Child Custody  Act 91 of 1970 "An ACT to declare the inherent rights of minor children, to establish rights and duties to their custody, support, and parenting time in disputed actions; to establish rights..."

Now what rights would those be? The father's rights? The mother's rights? The child or children rights? I didn't realize the American citizens would even have rights considering the amount of snobbery that the government has with whose in charge about what and the superiority that they give themselves when the American people supposedly vote them into their office of position in the first place.

"MCL 722.622 Section 2 (j) Third person means an individual other than a parent... MCL 722.23 Section 3 (a) The love, affection, and other emotional ties existing between parties involved and the child... MCL 722.23 Section 3 (e) Family unit..."

A girl by the beloved name of Dominique that could be heard often in the night crying with the words of GODs prayer wondering when she would see her sister, Jamie, again. Dominique's words could be heard so clearly sobbing with the questions she had and wondering what she had done in this life that the court wouldn't allow her sister, Jamie, to come visit. It's hard to explain to a child why they are not allowed the time they want with their family when they are so young because sometimes they just don't get it. They don't have the adult brain to understand why and what that law means.

A boy by the beloved name of "Eddie" is disabled in speech with the words of a cognitively impaired brain that is trying to understand where his sister went in the first place. Disabled children are even harder to explain to because sometimes when they have Autism like Edward, things that don't make sense or have a solution like a math problem... they don't add up correctly and it makes them irritable to not have real answers to real questions. He will never understand why the laws took his sister Jamie from him. That will be a prison in itself to his autistic brain. It has caused many nightmares for him and we'll never know when his heart and his mind will connect to the forgiveness of why she left.

A girl by the beloved name of "Jaki" who even hears her sister's, Jamie, name bursts into tears wondering when the forever of time will allow her the right to see her sister again. She clutches her stuffed Piggy that her sister gave to her as she goes through photo albums to keep the memory of her sister with her.

A girl by the beloved name of Kelly will curl up into her Daddy's lap hearing stories of her sister, Jamie, and who she is and what she did and when she was younger and identifying that which is similar in life of those stories that are close to this child's heart everyday. She has very few memories compared to older siblings, Dominique and Eddie and Jaki, but she loves listening to those who have memories with her sister, Jamie.

A beloved little boy who responds to the name "Bruce" who often sees pictures of a thousand smiles of a sister, Jamie. He has to be reminded he has one extra sister who watched him be born because of other rules and regulations that Bruce's daddy had to follow. Jamie shares the same genetics that Bruce does by the father who helped bring them both into this world.

A home is a family made up of many origins, sights, and sounds. You cannot hear them if you do not picture them. You cannot see them if you do not envision them. You cannot taste the emotionalism of the life if you do not experience it. We are here and we are tired; weary from our struggles and pained by our hate in the love that we have for a beloved child named Jamie. No one will ever begin to understand another's love for one individual if they never ask the correct people.

Jamie, Dominique, Jaki, and Kelly are the sisters of every thought. Eddie and Bruce are the brothers of existing ties that make a mother scorned in her hurting vows to try and change the mess of creation in the best interest to make things correct. Every drop of blood I have in the Red-blooded Dragon of Dogma in my very life makes me want to change the American laws. I wish nothing more than to give all my woman-hood of mothering rights to the man I married, James. I am angered and that is why I came to college. I wanted to master the control of my physical ethics and make them real in a positive, constructive way. I was sent by G.O.D (Government Owned Departments) to fix my anger management because C.P.S (Child Protective Services) agents telling me I needed to harness it.

I chose to walk through the doors of college with a one-minded train of thought in changing my life and trying to do what I believed was the best interest of my fellow men, women, and children alike. I chose to speak in a classroom because the shyness that was once learned years ago was now replaced by determination to be someone or something better than a doorstop shoved into a wall that could not go anywhere. I chose to walk into English classes with my head held high and math classes only to learn that Algebras equation of "one plus one equals one"~Dr.Blaine Weller stated that in my psychology class at Muskegon Baker College in Michigan. The Dogma is that one mind, one nation, one law could make or break a change in society's ethics of how we think, hear, or even see things. I took that challenge and now I'm not even sure if it makes any difference. I still have five plus one children who are very unhappy in not being able to physically spend time together until the law says they are an adult.