Clutching the hand of my brother, as we walked slowly out to a car. But, who were these people, that I saw sitting there? Two boys in the back, sleeping, they might be my age. Why were these people, taking us away, were are we going? My mohter nowhere in sight, but I still keep searching further. Then being seperated, from my brother. Going to a strage house, and told to sleep. Still trying to figure out, where mommy went. Come to find out, when I grew more, that that was the night mommy said goodbye.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this to get my feelings out about some of my childhood memorys.
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