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I heard his pleading, anguished cries as the silver car took him away. My heart shattered into a million pieces that day. I remember the last word that little boy said iun front of me as if it had happened moments ago.
The woman looked to the worried toddler and said, "We are taking you back to your daddy."
The child began to cry. He pointed to my father and yelled, "That's my daddy!!!" as the woman slammed the car door closed. My family wept as he was taken from us forever. That little boy we considered our own...
He came to live with us when he was but seven months old. His half-sister came with him; she was three. When I looked at the child for the first time, he began to cry. I handed him a toy, gently took his hand, and he stopped. When we put the two siblings into our car, the child's sister looked at my mother and said, "Where are we going, mommy?" From that moment on I knew she would be my sister. Forever. So for almost two and a half years we raised the child and his sister. He was just about to turn three, when we went to pick up some sort of check, a woman walked over and told us that the child would be given back to his birth father... The man that let the child starve, suffer. The man that gave an infant herpes... The only man on the planet I want to rot in Hell... The woman said that the judge said we had too much evidence for him to look through, and that the child should go back to his father.
When I heard that judge had suffered from some fatal medical emergency, I laughed. The child had two hours left with us. My entire family played with him. When it was close to the time he would be torn from our loving arms, we all began to cry. I remember the child walking over to my father and hugging him, saying, "Wanna hug daddy!!?". The child had no idea what was going on until the car door closed... I wish I had stopped them... I wish I could have saved my brother from what he was condemned to... I pray every day that he is alive and well... And every day I pray that I will be able to tell him how much I love him... I pray every day that I can do something... Do something that will take away this feeling... This feeling of... Regret.
FIN.
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This is 100% true. None of it is fiction. It is a short version of the worst day of my life... And something I let happen... That I regret the most... It is dedicated to my brother. The best thing to ever be in my life. I hope dearly that you are okay, buddy... I really do...
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Silencedbook9's avatar
Need a hug?
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No. But thanks. That means a lot.
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Ardikani4|Hobbyist Writer
My God. I'm so sorry. This world can be, and is...just so f'ed up sometimes.

Find him, if you can. Whatever you do, just don't give up. Good luck.

Until we meet again...

Kani
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:iconsadhugplz:
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Thank you.
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How long ago did this happen?
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Maybe 4 or 5 years ago. When he is officially an adult I am going to try to seek him out. To tell him the story.
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