Once in the morning the juvenile inspector woke me and mom up. He told me that guys, passed from our house and stole the pots from the neighbor’s one. We were taken to the commission. I was calm and I couldn’t even imagine that I might have problems. I was 11, and I’ve never thought that I can be taken away from home.
We finally reached the place we were heading to and, there were a lot of people, who asked me about my life with mom, whether I was hungry, where was I, when these guys got into the neighbor’s house. I told the truth. I felt good with mom, and I watched after the guys from our garden.
Then I was told that until the circumstances were elucidated, I would be placed to the receiver for minors. I didn’t want to go, I resisted, but by force they put me in the car and drove somewhere. Mom told me to calm down and promised to come and take me home tomorrow.
In the room where I was brought, there were around 20 of my peers. Most of them were homeless. I met our neighbor Jamil eje there, whom I knew very well. It turned out that she was an inspector. She told everyone not to touch me.
I spent around a week there. I was not allowed to go outside. We spent the whole days in the room next to TV. After breakfast, we cleaned the room and the territory. Mom visited me every day and always brought something tasty to eat. Everyone was waiting, when I get back from the meeting and share with them. No one ever visited the rest of the guys.
This week was like a year for me. No one touched me, but I felt really bad. The staff treated us fine, but if someone behaved provocatively he could get a slap or an order of the boot.
Every day I wrote notes for my mom and gave it her, when she came. A few days ago, I found those notes. Mom saved them, and I fell across and read them. It's basically about how much I missed her, loved and begged to take me home. It was all about the same and repeated many times. I don’t really remember the details of that time, but apparently, it was really hard and lonely without her.
Keep on writing boy. I think you should try yourself in this field. Very well written!!!
It's good that you remember your past, but don't think as it was something really bad. It's simply a life and we all have to go through some challenges...