Everything in my life changed since that knock came at my door. It was the D.S.S., they had come to check up on call from my neighbors saying that my mom was a drunk and left me and my 9 month old little brother alone all night long. They asked me questions like “does my mom feed us” and “does she ever hit us”. Then my mom came home drunk as usely and through them out well yelling and drooling. they came bcak the next day with a police officer. They handcuffed my mom and drgged her throgh the front door of are apartment. A nice blonde headed women picked up my little brother in his crib and took my hand and walked us down stairs to her car. As we were getting in i saw the police officer push my moms head in to the back of his car.
The next time i saw my mom was when we were in this big room with a man in a black dress. I laughed a little at him ,but not to big of a laugh. A man in a nice suit put me in a chair beside the man in the dress and asked me questions. i didnt like them they made my mom seem like a bad woman. i started to cry. The man in the nice suit picked me up and said he’ll stop asking questions. I wiped my eyes and walked back to the blonde headed women. After a couple more people went up like my neighbors my teacher the man in the dress banged i big hammer and yelled a few words. i didnt under stand them. I asked the woman what they meant and she said that we wouldnt see are mom until she got help with her drinking proloem i started to cry hard. i ran to my mom and she droppped to her knees and we were both crying but then she said that this was a good thing and walked me back to my to the blonde women.]
The blonde women then drove us to a big blue haouse. A blacked haired man hugged us and picked my brother and he walked us in to his house. he then told us that we would stay here until my mom got help. i did not like him. The way he would stare at us and the way he hugged us i knew that some thing was up that he was a bad man………
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