Mariko Blacknall
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A lover of life and love.
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I always thought my life was crappy, but today takes the cake. My mother just died of a heart attack and I am completely numb. CPS is sitting here with me asking me questions about next of kin and who can I live with? I do not want to think about this right now. I’m still trying to wrap my head around my loss. “Ms. Dillard!” A voice jolts me out of my thoughts. “Yes, I’m sorry,” I reply. “I still need his name. He isn’t listed on your birth certificate. I have to do my due diligence in speaking with any and all potential family members,” the social worker replied. I frown. I tell the woman, “His name is Lawrence Murphy.” She asked, “Do you know where he lives or his phone number?”. I shake my head no. “Okay Ms. Dillard. Come with me I will take you home to grab a few belongings and we will take you to the couple that will be fostering you.” I look up at her confused, as I expected to be placed in a group home. “Am I going to live with someone?” “Yes, I have a couple lined up already. They have been waiting patiently to be approved and I put in for you to be their first foster. They are the Russells. Do you have everything you need?” I grabbed a photo of me and my mother from the mirror. “Yes”, I replied.
By Mariko Blacknall5 years ago in Humans
