Home Is Where The Heart Is I look in the mirror and trace my finger down the scar across my chest. A tingling sensation runs through me at the remembrance of that memory. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to accept the events of the past few days.
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I ran towards the corner of the tortuous room and huddled up in a ball. My mother reached down for the metal rod, fright overcame me. From the corner of my eye, I saw my father, sitting there watching, never thinking of defending me. The metal rod inched closer towards me and collided with my chest leaving a nasty mark. Tears welled up in my eyes as the excruciating pain ran through me.
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“Adam, are you ready?” There is a knock on the wooden door distracting me from my thoughts. …show more content…
“Thank you, Ty. You helped get me out. I owe you one.” We hugged and I got into the car. I looked back at him through the windows and waved a thank you.
They never loved me, never will. They never even wanted me. I was a mistake that ruined their lives. Thoughts were flying through my head on the way to the group home. My memory of sitting in the corner of my room bawling my eyes out would never go away. It was a piece of me I have to live with and not be afraid of.
I walked into the old rusted group home and got the fresh smell of wood. I saw some boys who looked older than me studying and a few younger kids playing blocks. It seemed happy but a feeling in me said this was a dark place.
Months had gone by since I came to the group home. I would say I am having a great time but I am not. Ms Haag treats all the kids with no respect. I sit on the floor and watch drag one ten year old in our home towards the door. Tears were flooding thought the little girl's eyes. Ms. Haag slapped her across the face to quiet her down. They went through the door and it shut behind them. I run towards it to see where Ms. Haag is taking her but they are gone. It happens every time. Ms. Haag struggles to get someone out and then they just disappear, within a blink of an
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I ran towards the corner of the tortuous room and huddled up in a ball. My mother reached down for the metal rod, fright overcame me. From the corner of my eye, I saw my father, sitting there watching, never thinking of defending me. The metal rod inched closer towards me and collided with my chest leaving a nasty mark. Tears welled up in my eyes as the excruciating pain ran through me.
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“Adam, are you ready?” There is a knock on the wooden door distracting me from my thoughts. …show more content…
“Thank you, Ty. You helped get me out. I owe you one.” We hugged and I got into the car. I looked back at him through the windows and waved a thank you.
They never loved me, never will. They never even wanted me. I was a mistake that ruined their lives. Thoughts were flying through my head on the way to the group home. My memory of sitting in the corner of my room bawling my eyes out would never go away. It was a piece of me I have to live with and not be afraid of.
I walked into the old rusted group home and got the fresh smell of wood. I saw some boys who looked older than me studying and a few younger kids playing blocks. It seemed happy but a feeling in me said this was a dark place.
Months had gone by since I came to the group home. I would say I am having a great time but I am not. Ms Haag treats all the kids with no respect. I sit on the floor and watch drag one ten year old in our home towards the door. Tears were flooding thought the little girl's eyes. Ms. Haag slapped her across the face to quiet her down. They went through the door and it shut behind them. I run towards it to see where Ms. Haag is taking her but they are gone. It happens every time. Ms. Haag struggles to get someone out and then they just disappear, within a blink of an