She Helped Give Me Away—Now She’s Begging Me To Come Home As Court Approaches

Three days away.

That’s when I remembered Ms. Rodriguez, my teacher who’d shown me those pamphlets. I found her grading papers in her classroom on a Saturday. She looked up and dropped her pen.

“Oh my god.”

She cleaned my feet, called CPS, and fought for hours to find me placement. When my father called her phone claiming I was mentally ill and needed continue reading …