After a move to yet another foster home, I was nine years old and very upset.
My brother let me take my frustrations out on him...
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After a move to yet another foster home, I was nine years old and very upset.
My brother let me take my frustrations out on him...
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Lying in the bottom bunk
I was nine
We were moving again
In another new home
I wanted to cry
I think my brother knew this because all of a sudden...he hung his hand down overtop of me.
I swung at it... and hit it.
I kept hitting it
He left it there...
I grabbed onto his hand
My nails dug deep
He stayed
I pulled chunks
I dug and dug
He stayed
I felt peices falling
I felt better
He took my pain