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. H