I still do not know how I survived.
I was sure my broken heart would leave me to die.
I have had all these weird feelings and all these weird thoughts.
Losing those kids has definitely been a loss.

One brother,
Three sisters.
We all share the same mother,
Just have three different misters.

This year would be six since we came into care.
Six months out of the year are still difficult to bear.
No one knows how hard it is to go through the days.
Each one seems to affect me in even the tiniest ways.

2010… 2010 was the year.
My siblings got adopted.
Yes, I was there.
I just wished I could have stopped it.

A few months later, I had lost my sisters and brother.
The couple moved them down south, not even considering us.
He is not a father, nor is she a mother...
It seems like after that, I lost all of my trust.

The “mom” had promised we would stay in touch,
But to this day, I have not gotten much.
A few pictures and an email is all I have gotten,
And what bothers me the most is not knowing if I am forgotten...

Photographs of the kids cover my bedroom wall.
I try not to look at them much because I might bawl.
To all of y’all out there: Life can change in the blank of an eye.
When it does, just remember: “This is not good bye.”