pain

I am putting out for the simple fact that i am sick of remembering it. It hurts me with each passing thought of it. It has killed me completely inside. This is just a little about the dark side of my life all of it is true.

It all started when i was about say four days old. My birth mother was additiced to drugs. I was born premature and milnurtion. The child services came and took me to a foster mom(lets call her Ms.Green) and told her to take care of me till i die. I was so close to death that the doctors only gave me a week to live. Well Ms.green took me in and told her daughter to come in the living room. Ms.green called some of her christan friends. They prayed for hours.

Later that week ms.green took me to the hospital and got a check up. The doctors said it was like nothing they had ever seen before. They said i just might live. They gave me back to Ms.Green and told her to keep doing what she was doing. She was so happy.


3Years later

Its been three years and ms.green decided to give my mother another chance. So she takes me to the meeting spot to see if my mother is clean. We arrive there and wait on her. We waited for about an hour. She never showed. We later found out that my mother was still on drugs. Ms.Green gave my mother more chances but she never got clean.

As time went on Ms.Green got to keep kids as part on a foster program because she was a foster mother. She had kids in and out. There was this one little baby. She was so sweet and nice. I remember how she would always laugh and smile at anyone who she saw. She reminded me that me of the good in the world. I only remember her crying once and thats because she woke up scared from a loud noise.

She kept me smiling she was my life and joy. Ms.green kept her till she turned four. then she had to give her back to the same woman who let her get hurt. Little did i know about any of it. When i got home and found out she was gone i died on the inside. I felt empty on the inside like my heart had jumpped out of my chest and into a blinder.
To Be Countinued................