Chapter 1

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Sometimes in life you experience the worst day of your life. For me , the day I went to foster care was. I was 5 years old , to young to understand why or what was happening, except that it involved our neighbor from next door. A boy named Michael. Because of him, she was leaving the house, our house. My father couldn't take care of me , leaving me with no choice but foster care. I begged and cried for my mom to stay I promised to not be bad but nothing I said made a difference. "I love you Mimi "(short for Mariah) she said "no matter what happens I'll always love you" and "I'll always be your mother, nothing's going to change".

Like always it wasn't true two years later she moved to Connecticut with Michael and I stayed in Florida with dad . That meant I was evidently 1800 thousand miles away it also meant I would see less of her. My dad married Michelle not long after that my mom married Michael things changed again. We became a two income family which wasn't bad but dad moved a lot, all over Florida: new port richey, fort Myers, port richey, Miami and brooksville. Never in one place for me to feel comfortable, to settle down, or make friends. When dad told me that we were moving to Africa I instantly said no. Forgetting that I was 16 I threw a fit, which resulted in my father exchanging phone calls with my mother. The result was to stay with my mother for eight months,longer if things worked out right.

Dads role was getting the visit together which shocked me. He'd never forgave my mom for falling in love with Michael.

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