November 12th

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   I just got home from school and guess what was going on, the cops were downstairs with my mom and Joe in handcuffs and my sister was standing near some lady in a pantsuit with a brief case

Precious: Maddy they are tell us to go with lady

   * Precious points to the beautiful African-American that had skin that glowed in the sunshine*

   In my head all I am thinking is no, no, no this can't be happening not now. So I walked up to the lady.

  Lady: Hi, you must be Madame, Precious has told me all about you

  Me: hi,  umm can you tell me what is going on

  Lady: The cops have a warrant for your mother and your fathers arrest

  Me: Eww that is not my father

  Lady: May I ask how old are you

  Me: 17 Miss ----

  Lady: Oh yes Malika Crawford of Child Protective Services I will be taking you two in today

  Me: No please her father will take care of us

  Ms. Crawford: No, he is not your legal gaurdian and, well he can only take care of your sister because that's her father

  Me: yes, but what if I gave him permission

  Ms. Crawford: I'm sorry. Children can't make that type of decision

  Me: I'm 17 I can make my own decisions

  Me: Ms. Crawford please in begging you

  Ms. Crawford: You don't look a day over 14, so please how old are you

  Me: 17 I'm a senior at New York Central Tech here take me student ID. *shoves identification in woman's face*

  Ms. Crawford: I truly am sorry *nods head* but I can't do anything about it *escorts us toward the door*

  Me: So I can't see my sister

Ms. Crawford: Don't look at it like that just think about all the good times you and you're sister have had together and you guys still may see each other.

   Ms. Crawford lifted my chin up with two of her glowing brown fingers and pushed my crazy hair back

  Ms. Crawford: Everything will be ok I promise

  I had never had anybody treat me like that it felt good. But I was still worried,  worried I might not see my sister again.

   At that point tears started flowing down my face. I can admit I couldn't handle it all not in one day.

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