chapter 2

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In my mind some people should not be parents. If you ever met my biological parents you would understand. My mother was a monster. We went hungry a lot of times. We We did get to eat the food was spoiled. Wich made us very sick. My so called mother would treat us like trash. My sperm donor is what I call my father now. Anyways when my father was out or a way my so called mother would have guys over. She would let them have play time with us for money. After what she called play time was over she would have s*x with them. I would remember running to my sperm donor of a father holding on to his leg with my little hands. I was holding on for dear life. Not wanting him to go. When I was little my so called mother stab me with a knife. I was not taken to the hospital for treatment. She told my biological father she did it because she didn't want me anymore. I have the scare still to this day. It's a constant reminder of the monster she really was and how she never wanted me.All this went on til I was 18 months old. When DEPARTMENT OF CHILDREN SERVES Or DCF for short finely stepped in. They told us they would try to find us a foster parents to take all three of us. I remember going from family to family for at least two months. Finally the had found a family for us to go to. Matthew and I would to the older couple and Becky would go to the older couples daughter and son-n-law. They live on the same street just 3 houses a part. We could see each other anytime we wanted. The older couple names where Ann and LeRoy Rickerson. Their daughter and son-n-law was Faith and Roger Stillard. The couples were both foster parents.
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