Personal Narrative: Why I Taken To A Foster Home

You see yourself being drag by a police officer being separated from your mother in tears. Trying to release your arm from the officer but you don’t have enough force to push away from them. Figuring why you are being partitioned away from your mother and your home, also wondering where are the police transferring me. Hi I ‘am a 15 year old young man, who had this happen to me in my childhood and that I will never obliterate in my whole life. Yes I was taken away from my mother by a group of police officer and I was taken to a foster home. I was like around 2 years old and the reason I was taken away from my mother was because my mother was a 17 year old young lady. Who was struggling to take care of me, feed me, look for jobs, and a place to have roof on top. We were living with my mom friend Elizabeth, apartment and basically she paid every certain things I had such as clothing, food, and shelter. During those time Elizabeth was offering my mom for her salary from what she spend for me but my mom couldn’t pay because she had a hard time looking for a job. So Elizabeth picked up the phone and dialed 911 and told them that my mom couldn’t take care of me so they came and took me. Was I crying, yes I was crying deeply, I felt like my lover is gone that I will not see my mother ever again and I was panicking, thinking I was going

I hugged her tight and cried where my tears touch her jacket and I said,” I missed you and I want to back with you”. When my mom heard what I said she started feeling dreadful and sad that she’s not with her baby boy and remember how she took my first bath when I was with her. She told me,” I will have you back mijo (son), I will do anything that will let have you back in my arms”. Then I said,” Okay mami” and that’s when it was time for my mom to go because she only could see me in minimum of 2