All Alone
As I remember, we received beds and things from the outreach department. In the beginning 3 twin beds were lined up in that 2nd bedroom. Me, my brother, and Somebody’s son all slept in that bedroom in the beginning. The back, or maid’s bedroom was their playroom. It was a place where they burned incense, smoked weed, drank beer and looked at dirty movies with their company. It was painted black but there were drippings of a red based color that glowed in the dark around the walls of that room off the kitchen. The kitchen was my responsibility to keep clean. And if one dish wasn’t washed properly, I had to wash them all over again-in a way there is nothing wrong with that. This included baby bottle washing and making baby formula. We also had to make sure potty-training underwear was kept clean. We put up toys and cleaned up any other messes that were made. We also had to keep the tub cleaned no matter who was in it last. One Saturday, Somebody stood outside of that master bedroom and said to her husband something to the effect of, I can’t believe you want to teach her that. Although that is kind of paraphrased, I ask, how many ways are there to paraphrase that? I was standing in the dining room facing her when she said it and her body was facing me as her head was turned to the direction of her bedroom and husband. Still, I had no idea of what was in store.
At this time, my little brother still lived on the second floor with my other brothers. One day I pulled my little brother to the side. I told him, “When they ask you where and who you want to live with say June.” I had heard they were trying to place him with Somebody. That little kid did what I told him to do. But they asked him like 7 or 8 times. He then relented and said the expected-Somebody. Conversation over. Now we were both with her.