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My Untold Truth

I never really understood the true meaning of the phrase, "A picture is worth a thousand words," until all I had left was that. Pictures and my memories of the past. When I was a little girl, no older than ten years old, my life was irrevocably changed. 

My whole life revolved around my siblings and taking care of them. They were my family and I had to raise them because my biological mom was too busy chasing her next high or spreading her legs for her boyfriend of the time. 

The events that changed my life happened in two's, meaning one event led to the other and both had a profound impact on me and my future. 

One night my biological mother and her boyfriend went out to get "drinks" and left me to watch my two sleeping brothers and my awake little sister. While I was watching her, there was a knock on the door and I was always told not to open the door while they were gone, so I didn't. I kept quiet. The person knocked again and she said, "Kids, please,  I know you're in there. Please open the door. Your moms boyfriend went to jail." 

I opened the door and the first thing I noticed was the cop standing behind her. 

Later that night, after the cops searched our house, my biological mother had gone to jail and us kids were sent to her boyfriends moms house. 

We stayed there for a few weeks, with no idea what was going to happen and what was happening. 

 One day I was on the bus and I saw my grandmothers car (on my biological dads side)  parked in front of the house we were staying at. I knew what that meant. It meant that I was going to have to go with them and stay. I started freaking out and my mind raced with all the possibilities of how I could get out of it, but it was no use. I was only ten and although I had grown up taking care of siblings and myself, I couldn't change what was about to happen.

When my brother and I walked into the house, my grandmother was ready to leave. All my stuff I had came with was packed and ready to go. I, on the other hand, wasn't. I had no choice. I walked over to my sleeping little sister on the couch and just stared at her sleeping form. I can still remember the details so clearly. She was covered up with a burgundy blanket and her blonde hair was disarrayed in so many directions. She looked so peaceful. I bent down and kissed her forehead. Then I whispered, "Please be a good girl and remember that I love you." 

I then walked over to my baby brother. He was playing with his toys on a light baby blue blanket spread out on the floor. He looked so happy, blubbering like babies do when they're happy. I bent down in front of him and I did the same thing. I kissed his forehead and whispered that I loved him and to be good. 

My hardest goodbye was my brother, who was a year younger than me. He was my best friend and the person who I did everything with when I wasn't taking care of any of them. I walked over to him and by this time, I had tears streaming down my face and it was hard to breathe. I hugged him and I can remember that he had tears falling down his face, like a river and I felt a few drops land on my shirt.  I whispered, " Please take care of them. I love you so much." I let go and with tears streaming down both of our faces, we let go of each others hands and I walked through the door, to the unknown and a future that didn't revolve around them.