It was normal to hear screaming and yelling in the Sidle household. As seven year old Sara Sidle held her two year old brother Greg close to her, she could here her mom and dad fighting again from the closet she was in.

It was always like this, her dad would come home drunk and then start yelling about his job, how messing the house was, or that his dinner wasn't ready.

One night she and her brother Greg were playing in the living room, when her dad came home drunker than ever. Before she had time to grab her brother and run. Her dad grabbed her by the hair and threw her against the wall.

Her brother started crying, and she knew her dad hated crying. Her dad was about to hit him when her mother came running in with a knife and stabbed him.

She stabbed him like five times before she stopped. She looked down at her husband's lifeless body, and then turned to Sara.

"Go call 911, NOW" Laura Sidle yelled at her daughter.

Sara nodded her head and ran into the kitchen to call the police. It took them about ten minutes to get there. She held her brother close as they took her mom away in handcuffs.

She started to cry, her brother looked up at her.

"Sister, what wrong" little Greg asked not understanding of what just happened. She barley knew what was happening.

She smiled at him and replied,

"Nothing Greggo".

Then she pulled her brother closer to her.

A lady in a suit came up to them with a smiling face she said to them,

"You guys are going to have to come with"

She held out her hand.

Sara didn't want to take it, but she did. The woman took her and Greg to a car, then put them in.

They stopped in front of a building after a long drive. The lady turned and looked at Sara.

"You and your brother are going to stay here for a while, till we find you a new home" the lady told her.

"When will our mommy be getting us?" Sara asked.

"Sweetie……." The lady didn't want her to cry so she said,

"One day real soon"

Sara smiled, and nodded.

They got out of the car and went into the building. After the lady signed some papers she took Sara and her brother to a room down the hall. When she got them settle in, she left without even a goodbye.

Sara climbed into the bed with her brother and tried to go to sleep, but she couldn't get the image of her mother stabbing her dad out of her head. She finally fell asleep.

A week had past and no word came from her mother. She sat on her bed and watched as her brother played with some toys that was given to him.

She looked up when a girl came yelling in the room.

"The parents are here" she screamed.

Not knowing what that meant she grabbed her brother's hand and followed the crowd of kids that where leaving the room.

They stop when they got into this big room full of grownups. She looked everywhere for her mother thinking she was there, but she wasn't.

She walked over to a bench and sat down, with her brother still holding her hand. She looked up and saw the lady that brought her here heading towards, with two people on each of her sides.

"Hello again" The lady said to her.

"Hi" Sara said.

"This is Mr. and Mrs. Sanders" The lady said pointing at them.

"Hello" she said to them.

They smiled, but didn't say anything.

"They are here to take your brother home with them" the lady told her.

Sara's eyes got wide.

"So were leaving here?" Sara asked her.

The woman bit her bottom lip and replied,

"No dear, just your brother"

Sara's face went from happy to sad.

"You can't take my brother away from me" She cried pulling him closing to her.

"I'm so sorry sweetie, but they always wanted a little boy because they can't have one on there own" the woman told her.

The woman grabbed Greg's hand and pulled him away from his sister.

Mr. Sanders looked Sara and said.

"What's his name?"

Sara bottom lip quivered and she replied,

"Greg"

He smiled at her and said,

"That's a nice name"

"Will you let him keep it?" Sara asked.

"Of course, but he will have are last name" Mr. Sanders replied.

"Okay, can I hug him goodbye" Sara asked.

He nodded; she ran at Greg and pulled him into her arms.

"I'm going to miss you, Greg" she cried.

"Me not leaving" Greg said.

"Yes you are, but I will see you soon" she lied.

He smiled.

"Otay" he said.

Then she let him go, and watch as he left with his new family, and she knew she would never see him again.