I suppose I should start from the beginning and well for me that’s when I was 9 years old.
I remember hearing a knock at the door. My mother was passed out in the bedroom coming down from her drugs. It was like that a lot . Except when she was full of energy, then we would do lots of stuff and go lots of places. Life was quite strange sometimes honestly. Anyways so hear I am at 9 years old and im answering the door.
When I opened the door there was a bunch of people outside, a few police officers and I wasn’t sure who the rest were. They were asking where my mom was and before I really had a chance to reply they were suddenly all just like coming into the house. They started looking around and the police were looking for my mom. I remember hearing a lot of yelling after that from my mom. I was starting to get pretty worried at this point. The other strangers who I didn’t know began guiding us towards the door . My 3 brothers and I. At this point I could hear my mom screaming and crying hysterically. I remember being scared and i tried to go back inside but wasn’t allowed to and didn’t understand why. My brothers and I were put into back of cars and these people started to drive away . O could still hear my mom screaming and crying and as I looked back, I could see that she was being led to a different car. This one had lights on top and even then I knew that was a police car. At 9 years old I couldn’t comprehend what was going on all I knew was these people were taking me somewhere and my mom was crying. It was honestly one of the most terrifying moments of my life.
Nobody really talked much on the ride to wherever they took us. I was 9 my older brother billy was 11 and my younger brothers were branden and johnie. They were 6 and 4. My little brothers were crying and asking where mommy was. I didn’t quite know what to think. I started thinking on what could be going on and I flashed back to a conversation my mom was having with my aunt. My aunt was talking about me coming to live with her because someone was trying to take us away. Later id find out this was cps they were talking about. So I figured this is what they meant.
We arrived at a big building. It had lots of offices and desk and bunch of rooms with kids toys and stuff. This is where they brought us. I remember them asking a lot of questions and all I could think about was when was I going home. They told me I wasn’t and that I might not be for some time . My heart kinda broke there as I realized everything was about to change. I missed my mother already and everyone around me was a stranger. Even my brothers were taken from me that night. I guess these people had found new homes for us. They said we would be living with them for a while. I remember being happy that at least I still got to be with my brothers but soon found out that we were going to different homes. I was now in shock as again I was being led back into a car for a drive. I dont remember thinking about much, I was numb at that point, not knowing who was going to be there at this new place I was gonna live.
When we got there the cps people didn’t stay long. They talked with the foster parents and told me this is where I would be staying from now on. I was full of questions but didn’t really get to ask any of them. There was a bunch of kids at this place and everybody was older than me. There was the two parents. Their 2 daughters. And like 5 kids that I can remember. They led me into my new bedroom and showed me where I would be sleeping. A mattress that was on the ground. And a beat up blanket. Honestly though it wasn’t much different than what I had at home. Except it wasnt mine and I didn’t know any body here. It was late and thankfully I got to pretty much just go to bed. Not that I slept much, spent most of the night sobbing. Wondering when I was going home. Wondering when I would see my mom again, or my brothers. I don’t think I had ever felt that alone in my life before.
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