When I was three years old, I came to California. I was with my mom and my sister. My sister was five and a half years old. I cross through the line and my sister did, too, but my mom had to go through the hillside. When I got home, my grandparents took care of us. For the next day my mom got home she was ok, but she was frightened. Then in the next month my mom gave birth. It was a boy so I had a little brother. I was three years older than him. Then when my brother was two years old my mom met a guy. My mom,my sister, my brother and me went to live with him.
A year passed and problems began to come. My stepfather always got home drunk and wouldn't worry if we were there. He didn't care about how we felt. One night, my mom came home from work. She got home at 5:30 in the evening. She was tired so she went to sleep. Then my stepfather came home and he was hungry. He told my mom to make him some food, but my mom was tired and she didn't want to get up. So my stepfather got mad and started to throw everything in the room to the ground. My big sister got scared and my little brother and me we all started to crying because we heard our mom crying and screaming of sadness. My mom was really scared. Then my mom fainted so my big sister called the cops because my mom was bleeding. So then an ambulance came and they took her to the hospital. The police took us and left us with some social workers.
I remember what I sawed when the police took my stepfather. We got foster parents and the social workers said that we were going to be ok and safe their with two persons that we did not know, but I felt like we were not. The lady that was our foster mom was so mean with my big sister and me.Then in the next day our foster mom said if the social workers told us if we like living with them we had to say yes. So then a couple of hours later the social workers came and told us if we were ok and if we had been good and healthy.
We had to say yes because if we didn't our foster mom would hit us. We asked the social workers if we could see our real mom and they said yes. The next day the social workers let us see our mom and we told her every thing and she didn't believe us so we showed the marks that we had and she believed in us. We also told her that our foster parent made us take a shower with cold water then made us go to sleep without eating and put a big fan in the room.
When the social workers let us see our mom, we told her every thing that we couldn't tell the social workers any thing or our foster parents would hit my sister and me. We were stuck and we didn't know what to do. Then when my mom came to visit us every third Saturday we told her the things she did to us and my mom got mad and upset and she told us "I wish I done better when I had you two" My mom told the social worker what we told he but the social worker did not believe her because we always said that we were ok and that everything was ok.
One morning on Wednesday in the afternoon my foster mom told me and my sister to take a nap but I wasn't sleepy. I didn't want to sleep so my foster mom told me to go outside and take off my shoes and stand out side on the cement when it was really hot. When I came in a hour my feet were burnt in the bottom. Then I had to take a shower that was really cold and I had to go to sleep without a blanket.
My foster mom turned on the fan and put it straight at me and i was shivering cold. That's all I remember and I just felt stuck because I didn't know who to talk to. Now I have lots of help. I have therapy. I am proud of myself being with my real mom now not with mean people. I even have a great teacher that has taught me so much and is good-hearted.
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