Troubled Upbringings
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I met my first social worker when I was 8 after my mom had her first overdose. She started coming every month then my mom stopped answering the door for her, she told me "you don't need nobody coming to check on you, I'm here it's all you need." I loved my mom, she wasn't all I needed I was all she needed. Every overdose, every morning when she couldn't move or wouldn't wake up, she needed me and I was the only thing she had.
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