Every morning my parents left without a word. If I was awake, I would hear the door slam. There were no words of love, no goodbyes stated. Instead, when I ventured out of my room, barely able to walk, I would find the TV on as my babysitter, a large tray full of treats placed on the coffee table. I knew no authority. I could do whatever I wanted until my parents came home. It was then I moved to the shadows. Watching them as they ignored me. Providing only the bare basics.
I didn't understand that this wasn't normal.
I was too young then, too young to realize the state I had been found in when the officers in blue came knocking on my door.
To me it was normal.
To me...I was used to acting on my own.
-Inspiration from reading a story
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