Chapter 2: How It All Started

When i was 5 years old and me and my siblings Micheal and myquell or as friends and family would call them Mikey and Poppa , where sent to foster care because of a drug raid in our home it started off nice being with family I was a dancer as Mikey and Popa were fighters but I was tougher then them but we were sad because we barely got to see our mom or dad after that till we got removed and sent to a Dominican woman we would call her momma cita she started abusing us , mentally, physically , emotionally and spiritually, she made us do her feet , clean , she would treat us like slaves , feeding us out of the same bowl and spoon every night , beat us make us lie to social service's especially me I was the most sensitive and smallest , she would burn me and beat me give me drugs without me knowing , I would often spend my time in the room me and my siblings shared at the window crying hoping my mom would rescue us and free us from this lady's torments , when visitation with my mom would come I never really knew how to act so I stayed quiet I know nobody wanted me around because I was lying about the abuse saying my mom would be the one doing it to me when we visit her on weekends