Intro:
Every child deserves to have a good childhood. All children deserve to grow up happy, with things they need, and have good parents. My childhood was the complete opposite. I rarely ever smiled, I wore the same clothes for days at a time and I was always tired. Most people told me throughout my childhood it would get better but it just kept getting worse over time. One day I was sick and tired of the way I was living so I took charge and told what was happening with me and my family. Eventually over time it did get better like people said it would.
I will never forget the day I entered Foster Care. It will always be stuck in my mind. It happened this summer. I thought it was just gonna be another boring summer day.
I had gotten up and gotten cereal for breakfast. The only breakfast thing we had. I noticed that my sisters and my brother was outside so it was just me and my mom.
Then her phone rang out of the blue and I wondered who was calling her. I was watching and I noticed her smile turns into a frown and then I noticed tears falling down her face. She was silently crying and I knew something was wrong. I felt a deep pain in the bottom of my chest. She then just stared at her phone after and just looked at me. I knew she wanted to say something but the words didn’t come out of her mouth, her lips moved as if to make a sound but nothing came out.
I just sat there motionless and just staring at her. I wanted to say something yet no words came out of my mouth. I didn’t know what to do then.
She then wiped her face of her tears and then got up and went outside. I assumed to go talk with my father or my siblings. As she went I just sat there and was lost in my thoughts. I had so many things going through my mind. She has never cried like that so what was wrong, did something happen? It was all just overwhelming.
I broke out of my reverie by the sound of the door. My siblings and my parents came in. My siblings then sat next to me and my parents just kinda stood by the door. At that time we lived in a trailer and it was a small one for the six of us.
My mother then spoke, “I got a phone call today. We have to go down to the Welfare Office today.”
“Why momma? Why do we have to go?” My little 6 year old brother said.
Then she started to cry silently again. She said in a trembling voice, “You guys are all going into Foster Care.”
My whole entire family then just erupted into tears. I just sat there with a blank face. I was thinking like wow it did get really better. I am finally free from them. I don't have to deal with sleepless nights, crying myself to sleep, and the constant worrying. I was finally happy yet I couldn't bring myself to smile.
I broke out of my reverie by the sound of my bowl crashing onto the floor. I looked up to see that everyone was still crying my father included and he never cries. Why did they act like they care when they truly did not about us. Why be sad we are going when that is what you wanted. All of these things were confusing me.
At the same time I was also thinking who would I and my siblings be put with? What was even going to happen?
I was happy yet scared at the same time. I did not have to deal with my parents but I did not just want to be put into a random home.
My parents treated up horribly and this was their payback. I almost said karma out loud but I didn't to avoid getting hit. What child should have to go through what I did. I did not deserve the way I was treated as a child. Me and siblings did not deserve to be locked up in a tiny room all together. We did not deserve to be mistreated. We did nothing wrong to deserve any of this. It was their fault that this was happening. If they did not choose drugs over us, locking us up, or mistreating us then maybe they would still have us.
My brother broke my train of thought by saying, "Momma no, momma I dont wanna go." My brother was uncontrollably crying and I felt pain deep down. He was just to young to understand. I felt bad but also glad that he did not go through what we had to.
"I am sorry baby." My mother's voice shook as she said this. I looked around and noticed that everyone was crying but me, I just sat there.
I finally got up and went outside it was just too much for me. I just started walking around camp. To be honest I never thought it was gonna get better I thought it was just be miserable. But I had taken steps for this to happen and I'm glad I did or I would not be where I am now. But also at the same time I had to think of my siblings and their feelings. I couldn't just abandon them. But overall at least I was free.
Like people said it got better for us. Good things do come to people. Instead of dark stormy clouds now the sky was crystal clear. I don't have to worry about hiding my scars, my marks, my bruises, or my pain. I can finally move on with my life for the better.
An: I appreciate all readers and comments.
