Tori’s life was shattered when her cruel parents abandoned her and her two little brothers, leaving them to fend for themselves. Years later, just as she began to rebuild her life, her estranged parents knocked on her door, smiling as if nothing had happened. Why had they returned now, and what did they want?
I watched in shock as my parents packed their things. “We’ll call child services, and they’ll take you away,” my father barked. My little brothers clung to me, their faces etched with confusion and fear.
“Tori, what’s happening?” Lucas asked. He was just six, and my heart broke for him.
“I don’t know, Lucas,” I said, hugging him tight. “But it’s going to be okay. I promise.” I was only 15 and had no idea what was happening. Ben, who was five, began crying. “I don’t want to go, Tori. I want to stay with you.”
The doorbell rang, and my heart sank. It was Child Services, just like Dad had threatened. A woman with a kind face stepped into the living room. “I know this is hard, but we need to take you somewhere safe,” she said gently.
