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Foster Home Chronicles 1

By Tshura YPublished 4 years ago 3 min read

LAW- A binding custom or practice of a community: A rule of conduct or action prescribed or formally recognized as binding or enforced by a controlling authority It takes a village to raise a child, most agencies organizations and politicians missed out on that message, So many have failed the community and people, unless as it’s has been proven in many different cases the conduct and practices put in place has not upheld the law they became Lawless so it seems the people that declares rights entitlement and patriotism are far from the reality of this Lawlessness if you will, eventually The Lawless will cross paths and eventually have no other choice by fault or default non exempt will meet LAW.

LAWLESSLY- In a way that is illegal or not controlled by laws

My two older brothers and I were very sick I remember in this particular Foster home we were given homeopathy treatments to ensure better health I remember the spoonful of Cod Liver Oil, the pink medicine that tasted like cotton Candy and had to be cold, the stuff poured in our eyes before bed and closed crusted shut, that it required a nice warm hot wash cloth for us to open them, and I also remember there was an older gentleman he was a big tall nice dark brown complexion and he was an educator teacher and he spent time with us. I learned multiplication, division, and spelling words I was 3 years of age at the time. That experience and memory would be the drive and passion I have for learning, teaching, tutoring and most importantly listening.

My second oldest brother and I had a major bed wetting issue that never went away every night, one time I seen my brother on the bed the Foster Mother was beating him and was making him lick the mattress, I also got beatings it was like clockwork we also knew that we were not with Family we had no idea what or why happened that caused us to be there we just knew we had each other and that was enough for all three of us We showed up with once again with trash bags and our Caseworker, My two older brothers and I once again knew that we were once again with strangers and not family, Like the previous place we were welcomed with loving arms and a promised loving home experience, for some reason since I am the youngest some things are not as clear as other things, One thing is for sure like the previous homes the warm welcome is short lived and then the same old dysfunction begins again.

LAWFUL- Conforming to, permitted by, or recognized by law or rules.

Trash bags Caseworkers and another Foster Home My brothers and I was for sure we had found home. I remember it seemed like everything was going good until the Bed wetting became a problem. I don’t understand or remember exactly why but The Foster Mother decided to relocate my brothers and I to the basement and we were there for a long time it wasn’t a time out, overnight, or even a weekend. That was home and this basement didn’t have access to water, bathroom, heat it was very cold we had cots and we stayed there. I remember my brothers and I going to school and when we got out we knew we were not allowed in the actual housing dwelling area anymore we had to go straight downstairs to the basement.

We rarely seen the Foster Father when he was around he didn’t wear the pants and he must have felt a slight conviction by his own remorse knowing that 3 young children has been living in his basement, he also knew that we didn’t eat if his wife was around, she only tended their toddler son. Thanks to his concise, when he was able to sneak us upstairs to the kitchen he had Lima beans a plain hot dog on paper plates with a side of ketchup three plates on the table lined up waiting for us, he said "ya'll sit down now ya'll gonna have to hurry up and eat that and gone back downstairs before she gets home" Looking back now I do remember him being a great big very large tall heavy man yet he was frightened of his wife, after she threw us in the basement and was saying mean things and not care, we didn’t like her and understood his frustrations, he would be looking around, rushing us, immediately took our paper plates and send us back downstairs then time would go on forever he did that for us a couple of times after and acted the same way each time and cooked the same meal Green Lima Beans, plain Hot Dog with a side of ketchup.

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Tshura Y

My passion and love for reading and writing started when I was a child, growing up very unorthodox has lead me into finding a way to escape the harsh realities around me, I write from the heart and life experiences I hope you enjoy!

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