The waiting was the worst part. I waited for my Uncle or my Granddad to take us, to keep us, to fight to keep us there - where we belonged. But nobody did. Only Crazy fought for us - she wanted us there - we wouldn't find out why until later.
My mom's friend's took me school shopping, had my hair cut, fixed my nails. They cried and told me to call them if I needed anything. Like what? What were they going to do from 2,000 miles away? And secretly, I loathed them for being so weak. Like they had any reason to cry at all.
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