I sat on the top bunk thinking about what my father could have possibly done. My mother didn't speak much after the incident. I didn't blame her. I knew we were too young to understand what was really happening. She sat us down before Ms. Thomas took us away and promised things would be alright."Mama is gonna have to let you boys go for a little while." She forced out as she cried. The tears streamed down her 30 year-old face and she hugged us both tightly. Jackson and I both began crying simultaneously. I didn't know what I was crying for. I just let the tears flow because I knew something was wrong.That night I went to bed with numerous things running through my mind. What is Mommy doing? I want to go home. Will this lady give me birthday presents? I laid on my back with my eyes piercing through the ceiling. The rhythm of the fan's rotating blades must have put Jackson to sleep because I could hear his deep snoring. The constant buzzing actually kept me awake. I could hear the flapping of Pokemon poster as the wind blew through the room. I imagined my mother standing in the open doorway of the room. "I love you." She said after blowing me a kiss. The tears began to flow. I tried my hardest to keep quiet because I didn't want to wake Jackson. Soon after I heard Mrs. Tremble mute the television in the living room. I could feel my eyes swelling. I had never cried so much in my life. My brother laid below me on the bottom bunk, sleeping through my tears. "Alright now, you gone have to shut up!" she yelled. She said it as nice as possible but I could tell she hated me already. I wrapped myself in the Star Wars sheet she gave me and curled into fetal position. I looked around the strange new room that was now mine and a cried as quietly as possible until I fell asleep.
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