A social worker came and picked me up for court in a small white car. When I got to the courts I was placed in a large room with other kids of all ages who were there for various reasons. A man called me in and asked me who I wanted to live with.
I told him "With my Mother of course."
He told me, "If you can't live with your Mother, who would you like to live with?"
I replied, "My Grandmother."
I really didn't want to, but she lives close to us.
He asked me again, "IF your Grandmother isn't allowed to have custody of you, whom else would, you want to live with?"

"My Father I guess, but he doesn't want me!"

The man asked me, "Why do you think your father doesn't want you?"

"We've had a bad relationship, and I don't want to look at him after he finds out about this whole situation. His wife tells me I'm fat and that I'm a brat and such. “I explained in fear of being placed with Father.

"Well then, let’s go over it again. Who first would you most like to stay with?

"MOM"

"Who second would you like to live with?" he asks.

"Grandmother" I reply.

"And which person would you choose to be third?" he asks again.

"Vince"

"Ok, I have what I need for the Judge. Your name will be called when it's your turn."

I hear my name called out an hour later, and I am taken to the court room and sworn in. I am asked if I know why I am there. I tell them because, "That man right there touched me in my vaginal area. He put his fingers in me."

I pointed my finger right at Angel. After that I was asked to leave the court room. I was asked to come back inside the court room. My mother was there with 3 lawyers. The lawyers argued the custody case in front of the Judge. The Judge didn't want me to go back to my family. I'm sure it was because of the way Angel looked with all those tattoos and his ugly chollo face. The lawyers fought hard and won me back, on the grounds that my Grandmother would visit often and keep an eye on my Mother. My Mother was told she could not bring any men to the home while I was there. She agreed and I was allowed to go home. First I had to go back to the house where I was placed in protective custody. I gladly got my things and told the foster parent woman how wrong she was. She was glad to see I was placed with my Mother. My Mother and I left quickly and went home.

There is more to this story. I will update you about the horrible conclusion later.

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