Chronicles of Cyn

It's the hardest thing to try and explain to somebody my family arrangement. I'm the middle child of five. My moms Candice has two kids with her ex husband Andrew which is my older sibblings Michael and Chance. Then there's me, the mistake child who my mother refuses to say who my father is because I was the result of an affair. Andrew knew something was up when I came out light as day and my mother is tan and he's dark. So I think my father is white. But then again he could be spanish. I also have two younger sibblings, one by Andrew and a woman named Shauna because he always treated me as his own even though I'm not. His name is Christian, but we call him Chris. He's a year younger than me and we're close. And then the baby, my foster mother Monica has a baby and he's only six. Anthony. I love him with every thing in me and treat him like blood. My real mother doesn't like that so much but let me explain to you how I got in this family craziness.

I was in the system ever since I went to school with one of the mini zip lock bags my mother was using. I was in the second grade and showed everybody the white substance trying to find out what it was until my teacher saw it. From then I was in the office almost the rest of the day. Some lady came in questioning me. Asking me did my mother have any guy friends at the house, or did anybody ever come in and smoke cigarettes or something that looked a little different. She showed me a picture of a cigarette and what she told me was another smoking thing that was brown. I didn't recognize any of that. She asked me if my mother ever hurt me, or yelled at me. The answer to that was all no. I mean my mother yelled at me when she told me to clean my room or get dressed and I didn't but I wasn't gonna tell this lady. My mother always said what goes on in the house stays here. Which included arguments my mother got into with my father, aunt, or Shauna. She hated Shauna.

My mother came in and I was started crying because my mother had this really shocked and scared look on her face that altogether read hurt. That bothered me. The lady who asked me questions was talking to my mother and I could see her through the glass of the door. After the questions she asked me if my mother told me to say any of these things. I said no, I told the truth.

"That's not mine! I need my daughter please. It's almost four and she has dance and we're going out to eat after that," she said.

I couldn't hear what the lady was saying but her partner sat next to me hugging me and wiping my face. "You want a snack baby?" She warmly smiled.

"No."

"Don't do this please, it's my birthday miss. I spend this time with my kids," I still hear my mother pleading.

I stand up and run to the door busting it open as I see security trying to grab my mother and the lady telling them to escort her out. I had no idea what that meant but I knew that I wasn't going home with my mother which scared me. I felt bad because I think this was all my fault, if only I would've left the little baggie in the bathroom.

"Mommy!" I yell to the top of my lungs crying hard.

"Don't worry baby, everything will be okay. Listen to the people and behave. We're gonna be back together soon," she whispers in my ear and holds me right before she was snatched away. I screamed, kicked, and punched my way to my mother when I seen tears leave my mother's face. I think I busted the lady lip from fighting so hard. Last I remember was crying myself to sleep in the strange car ride to somewhere far and that wasn't home.

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