When I tell you that nobody has ever cared about me, I really mean that nobody has ever cared about me, except my sister.
For a long time now I have been in the system. They say that the system is designed to help kids that need mom’s and dad’s. I think the system is designed to
help pad the pockets of people who want to get paid for doing nothing.
I was 9 when my parents died in a car wreck. My sister was 7. We had so much love in our little family, but we never had anyone but us. No aunts, No
uncles, No grandparents. It was just us. My sister Carol has a hard time with everything. She cried a lot. I made a vow, the day the social worker took us out
of our home, that I would protect her. I didn’t know how yet, but she was my responsibility now.
About a week after being dragged out of our home, we were told they found someone who would be willing to take us both. Apparently, not many people
wanted to take in 2 girls. We got dressed, brushed our hair and our teeth and started on our way. We were told to hush, be nice and to not do anything to
ruin this. If we did, we would have to go to separate homes.
We put on our best scared smiles as we entered the house. It smelled so bad that I almost vomited the cold oatmeal I had for breakfast this morning. I
glanced over at Carol and I saw her eyes filling up with tears. I knew this was our only hope to stay together so I grabbed her hand with a squeeze and
introduced myself to our new “mom”. She looked past us and told us to go out back with the other kids and stay until time for lunch.
I was shocked at what I saw when I got outside. A blonde girl about my age was holding a candy cigarette in her hands, pretending to be smoking. An older
boy had gotten 2 large sticks and was trying to use them as stilts. What was happening here? Did nobody care what these kids were doing? I looked at Carol
and tried to explain to her that as long as we were together, we could make it through everything. I don’t think she believed me but she smiled and hugged
I heard the back door open and Mrs. Louise, our new “mom” came storming outside. “okay every one, listen up. We got 2 new brats in today. Why don’t we
make them feel at home. Today and tomorrow they will be doing all the work around her so that they can learn the way we do things. Everyone else go play
in the shed, so I don’t have to hear you anymore today.” I felt Carol crying again as I held her tight. “Mom” looked at me and told me to go get her whiskey
out of the cabinet and pour her some. She grabbed Carol and started pulling her into the living room. I heard her say “You look like you could give a good
I knew we needed to get out of there soon, I just didn’t know how.
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