These were family friends of my Mum's who were foster parents. After Paul and I had been brought back from Somerset. We were told as soon as they came back from holiday and got a larger house we would be going there to stay.
At last someone who wanted us. They already had 3 adopted kids, Nancy, Arthur and Gary hence the need for a larger house lol.
We soon discovered that wasn't the case.
I was the only out of the 5 that refused to call them mum and dad. My mum had died, I didn't want her replaced. This caused so much grief though and I soon learned once again I was the outsider. The one that was different. Why did I have to be difficult? Everyone else called them Mum & Dad why not me MY MUM IS DEAD!
As soon as we were settled I started asking social services about Lorna and Ian. They thought if they ignored me I'd go away I think, so they never replied when I asked. I thought when we got settled the 4 of us would be back together but again I was wrong.
Trouble started shortly after we got settled into our new house. the local kids who I had been friends with before I went to Somerset, had changed. Well some had, I was now the kid with no mum and open to all sort of grief.
I remember one incident where a young lad (1yr younger than me) shouted at me "you must have been real bad if your mum would rather be dead than with you. I had a quite word with him and the police arrived at the house. Another thing that would happen often in my life.
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