I didn’t argue or even question what the lady had told me. I did exactly as she said. Later, I finally found out who the little girl was by the tall man taking me quietly to the back yard. In the back yard was many people and there stood that little girl. Before anyone could tell me anything, I ran quickly to her throwing my arms around her. She was my big sister and I was sooo happy to see her. As the day passed, I would play happily with my sister without another thought of anything. After all, this place seemed better than any other place I had been. All the people smiled and encouraged me to play with the toys, my sister, the dog, and eat as much as I wanted. Could I be finally at a place to call home?
Today, I remember and still have contact with the people in this home. My sister and I stay there for nearly two years before we’d be uprooted again. The memories of this home would be with me for years to come and even today. Most of the memories are clear as though they happened yesterday. Some are good, but there is more that are bad. I believed that this home would be a good one because of the appearance and these people went to Church and had grown kids of their own accept one who lived there with us. It seemed like the perfect place for any child. Little did I know, this home would be the most defined one in my memories of an abusive life.
(To Be Continued)
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