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The night my mom died I was taken to the hospital by our neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Newman. The Newmans lived a few houses down the road from us. Mrs. Newman was always very kind to me. She would give me cookies once in a while and watch me sometimes if Mom worked late. Mr. Newman would come fix things around the house when Mom asked him to. He taught me a lot about repairing things and to this day I can still swing a hammer pretty well.
At the hospital that night there was a lot of activity going on after my mom died. I was scared to death and just sat in the corner of her room crying. The lady from Children’ s Services was there. She needed to take me to an emergency foster care home until a guardian could be found for me. Mr. and Mrs. Newman wouldn’ t hear of it. They insisted on taking me home with them that night.
That’ s when I found out I wasn’ t all alone in this world. Mom’ s parents were living two hours away. She never talked about them and I had always thought they were dead. I wanted to be glad that I had some family after all, but I couldn’ t figure out why I never knew about them. The social worker agreed that I could stay with the Newmans until my grandparents could be found.
I lived with Mr. and Mrs. Newman for a month. During that time they cared for me and made sure I kept going to school. They held me and wiped my tears when the sadness of missing my mom was overwhelming. Mrs. Newman showed me how to cook, mend clothes and helped me with my homework.. Mr. Newman taught me
10 pieforseven. com | April 2013