This is a story about me when I was taken from my mother when I was young and placed into the Adoption System. It didn't happen exactly as described, it was glamorized for the purpose of writing a short story. The following is true though.
I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping and cars moving. Seems like a normal day in the city. Something is off though, but what? As I look around I see what is wrong. My clothes lay on the table, lazily placed. Not folded as she usually leaves them in the morning for me to quickly change for school. I quickly dress and walk to the living room. My mother is sitting hazy-eyed on the couch, needle on the table. Her body is soaked with sweat, and she is breathing hard. Her face, terrifyingly calm just staring ahead blankly. I start looking around for my younger brother, 2 years younger than me he is 4. I find him behind a curtain climbing onto the window sill. I yell at my mother, yelling to get him down. No luck, suddenly he falls. He falls 2 stories and lands cut and scratched into a bush on the ground. People crowd around, my mind races as vehicles with piercing sirens approach the bush. A witness points to my window. I duck behind it. Minutes later a police man knocks on apartment door, my brother in his arms. He walks in, and looks at my mother still on the couch. A fireman walks in then and converses with the officer. I am taken out of my home and taken to a police car to talk to another officer. He asks me questions about what happened, I tell what I can and he takes notes. He explains that my brother and I will placed into child protective services. This was the day my life changed. This is the day I will never forget.
I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping and cars moving. Seems like a normal day in the city. Something is off though, but what? As I look around I see what is wrong. My clothes lay on the table, lazily placed. Not folded as she usually leaves them in the morning for me to quickly change for school. I quickly dress and walk to the living room. My mother is sitting hazy-eyed on the couch, needle on the table. Her body is soaked with sweat, and she is breathing hard. Her face, terrifyingly calm just staring ahead blankly. I start looking around for my younger brother, 2 years younger than me he is 4. I find him behind a curtain climbing onto the window sill. I yell at my mother, yelling to get him down. No luck, suddenly he falls. He falls 2 stories and lands cut and scratched into a bush on the ground. People crowd around, my mind races as vehicles with piercing sirens approach the bush. A witness points to my window. I duck behind it. Minutes later a police man knocks on apartment door, my brother in his arms. He walks in, and looks at my mother still on the couch. A fireman walks in then and converses with the officer. I am taken out of my home and taken to a police car to talk to another officer. He asks me questions about what happened, I tell what I can and he takes notes. He explains that my brother and I will placed into child protective services. This was the day my life changed. This is the day I will never forget.
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