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“Let us go!” I shouted. “Take us back to our mom!” But the stranger kept driving until my house faded away. My sister reached for my hand, but I shook it off. I stared out the window, memorizing everything, so I would be able to find our way back home. The driver told us we would be fine, but I knew it was a lie. “You can’t take children from their mother!” I shouted. The only response was sobbing from my sister.

    Finally, the car stopped in front of a house. “You will be living here with your foster mom and dad,” the woman said.

What? What was she talking about? We already had a mom and she had no right to bring us to a new one. Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I took a deep breath, grabbed my sister’s hand and ran.

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