Tori's POV

I'm really good at remembering things, I can name every detail. I remember three years ago when my life changed drastically. My dad died from a fall. He worked as a construction worker and died when he was on the job. I was never told the story but I always heard my mom's phone conversations. He was painting a building and slipped and fell from a swinging stage. I remembered getting picked up from school early that day. My Nana wouldn't talk to anyone. My brothers, sisters and I were asking her why she picked us up and why so early. It was the start of a busy week. Relatives coming into town and staying at our house, the hundreds of flowers placed around our house, seeing my dad dead in a casket. I remember seeing my mom cry for the first time. It was the most painful thing to see. She really loved dad and him dying had a terrible effect on her. After my dad died, she wasn't the same mom who hugged me good night the night before the accident. Things started to change. I remember my Nana and Papa getting upset with my mom. One day mom was so mad she screamed and yelled for them to leave our house and to never come back. They never did. I didn't even get to say goodbye. My sister Cat started peeing in the bed again. Something she hadn't done since we were six. My brother Andre had destroyed his piano our dad gave him for a birthday gift. He loved that piano and smashed it to pieces with a hammer. Mom didn't care. My other brother Robbie started talking to himself. He claimed it was dad's spirit but I know he was only pretending because he missed dad so much. Trina, my other sister had stopped talking. She never really spoke about anything anymore. I tried being the tough one. I tried helping everyone out. Including mom.

My mom changed. She was not the same. After the incident with my grandparents my mom was becoming more and more distant from us all. She would always leave and we'd be at home alone, without a babysitter. She also stopped taking us to school because she could never wakeup to take us. She looked different too. She was so skinny that I could see her bones, her hair was black and thinning out, her teeth had changed color too. This had been going on for a few months until one day something awful happened. I'll never forget it. The worst people ever came to our house and forced my siblings and I out. I remember us all screaming and crying holding onto our mom, begging the people to let us stay. Mom was crying too but she kept saying everything will be okay. The huge man had to carry me out as I kicked and screamed for my life. I was thrown into a van with my four other siblings. We were all crying holding onto each other. Mom came outside and up to the window. We could barely see her out the tinted window. She tapped on it and said, "You'll be back tomorrow, I promise." Those were the last words I ever heard from her as the people drove us away.

We were all sent to a place called a group home where we had to stay with dozens of other kids near our age. It was a nightmare. The beds were hard, the blankets were torn and dirty, the food was disgusting and the toys were broken. But that didn't matter to me. As long as I had my brothers and sisters with me, I knew I was going to be alright. We stayed at the group home for about two weeks until one morning my sister Cat was told to pack her bags. The lady had told her she'd be going away to stay with a temporary family until we can go back home to our mom. I didn't want Cat to leave and neither did Trina, Robbie, and Andre. We all held onto her as the lady tried taking her away. Cat couldn't be separated from us. She was too sensitive. I felt like we had to protect her. But they took her. Cat's screaming filled the halls of the group home until she was out of the building. My three siblings and I all watched from a window as she cried getting into a car. We waved as if she could see us. I remember a few days after that, the same lady who I know now as my social worker had told me the same thing she told Cat. I had to leave and stay with a temporary family until we can go back home to our mom. Trina, Robbie, and Andre all cried wanting to go with me. The lady said it'd only be for a couple weeks. I think she lied. I gave my siblings all a hug and kiss before being rushed off to some strangers I didn't know. It didn't stop there. I was moved from home to home and never saw my quintuplet siblings again. That was three years ago when we were all nine. I am now twelve and am living as a foster child.

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