Its been a week since i last saw my mother. All the while i was asking when i was going to see her again, i never knew she was the reason why we couldnt see each other more often... or thats what i had been told when i got older. It turns out that she was the one forgetting we had visits every two weeks because she was too doped up and drunk to remember.

I often acted as though i was asleep at night, but in reality i was thinking about my mother; where she was, when she was going to take me home. After a while...i lost hope.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon when i knocked on Dontavious's bedroom door. There was no answer, so I knocked once more.

"Leave me alone!" He yelled, his voice muffled by the closed door.

My expression saddened and i pressed my forehead against the door. "I'm booooooored...cant you play with me?" I asked. When I didnt get an answer, i sighed and turned away from the door. My room was right across from his, so it didn't take me very long to get to my bed. I wondered what was wrong with him..but when I asked, he never gave me an answer....he was turning out to be like everyone else.

They always turned on me...or started to get tired of me very quickly..I didn't know what I was doing wrong..