It does indeed relate to my personal experience with my adoptive family, though the latter part pertains to my time in prison. I don’t recall hearing of Finding Fish, but I googled it and it does seem like a very interesting read. Thank you.
Non-fiction / A Boy
I lay alone in my room, a small boy of seven, entangled in confusion and fear and sorrow as I contemplated the revelation that everything I had known was untrue. Fractured shards of false reality rained down around me as the understanding began to coalesce that my entire life had been a lie.
The people holding me there were not my family, they’d lied to me. Why couldn’t I be with my real mommy, why didn’t she want me? They had no right to keep me there and beat me with the leather belts, I had to leave…
Many nights I was awakened by my bedroom light rudely piercing my eyelids as my so-called father tore the comforting blankets from my bed and demanded that I get dressed to go work with him, delivering newspapers. Bundles of papers had to be carried, assembled, bagged, loaded into the vehicle, and delivered to the homes, apartments, and offices of those who – unlike myself – were slumbering away in their American dreamland atop cozy beds, oblivious to the reality of how their consumer commodities reached their doorstep.
Later, I would have my chance to leave. Without a home of my own to return to, the Streets welcomed another lost soul to wander the barren wasteland littered with the broken hopes of countless other thrown-away lives. The landscape of cold, black rivers of asphalt would soon be replaced by razor-wire serpents crawling along the concrete walls and steel bars of the tombs reserved for boys barely grown, sent to be locked away lest their existence disturb the faultless facade finely crafted to conceal the truths that must not be confronted. We must not let them awaken from their American dreams…
In my new home I would be held again against my will, and suffer punishments of a harsher sort than those of a boy beaten crying alone on the floor. And again the false realities that had been imparted to me would crumble, yet this time it would be I who sought to shatter the lies that had been fabricated around me.
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Are we talking about the cruel, inhuman reality of foster care? Since this is non-fiction, I’ll assume that you went through this yourself; in which case, my heart goes out to you. This should never happen to anyone.
Have you read Finding Fish by Antwone Quenton Fisher?
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family, they’d lied (comma splice. Use either the semicolon or a period here.)
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