As I get older, I can feel it in my spine. I was hit on a bike and came down on it. We went to the hospital and they said to soak it.
I remember being left alone in this big house on Park Road Northwest. And then seeing a big shadow come and take me outside for a little while before leaving me alone all again. Then, one day, I was taken to Jr. Village for placement into foster care.
I don’t remember my mother but I think my father was the one who would come to see me and who made sure I was taken into a better shelter home.
I still try to remember my mother but no matter how hard I try, I can’t see her. I can’t see my mother. I’ve tried everything. I’ve meditated. I just want to meet her. I was just a small child when I last saw her. Mothers are very important in a small child’s life and I think they are bonded eternally through love.
