Zone 9

Ever since I was little I've alway seen these four white walls and
one window that was too tall for me to see out of . They made us
wear these white old dirty shirts that didn't look white at all ,
black baggy pants and sometimes if we're lucky they gave us
some sweaters for the winter. Three times a day a woman would
come in the room I was in, she didn't talk or look at me , she just
walked in and put what they called food out on the table. I have
only one memory of my mother, the day she left me, she didn't
look sad, but happy. I was 2 years old and she left me for dead.
I'm 14 now it's been 12 years since at day.