- 7.
The day my sister left, Ms. Johnson got in the
car, too.
Г
I wanted to go, but her son blocked me.
He was fifteen years old, and taller than me.
He glared at me.
“Why did you let my mom run away?
“Why didn’t you visit her? Why would you let
your mom live in a pigpen?”
He didn’t change expression. “She ran away.
That’s her fault. My dad said he would break
her legs if she ran away!”
He was already bad.
I picked up a brick and hit him.
I heard Ms Johnson say goodbye
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She told me she would find someone to take
me away.
She told me not to give up.
I beat up her son until he was bruised.
Ms. Johnson, I wish you freedom.
The next time we meet, we will be the people
we dreamed of.
