Chapter One
"What do you mean my mom isn't my mom?" I asked staring into the dark eyes of the black woman, claiming she was from Social Services.
"It's true, look." She said and produced a picture of a little girl in pigtails.
"That's not me, it can't be me," But even as the words left my lips I felt a memory tug at my mind. I was running around in the backyard. The black and green spotted shirt I wore matched my shorts. I remembered. I pushed the picture away. "That's not me."
"You remember something don't you?" she asked.
"No I don't. I want to go home." I said.
"We can't let you do that," a man said joining us in the small conference room.
"I don't understand why you guys are keeping me here. You know this is in violation of my rights as an American citizen."
"We are trying to help you. You were kidnapped." The man said staring down at a piece of paper.
"Stop saying that." I said standing throwing my chair behind me. I had to get out of here.
"We have your fingerprints and dental records. They don't lie." The social worker said thrusting a red folder at me.
I took a deep breath and opened the dark blue folder and sure enough, there were records from a dentist about my teeth and very small finger prints on light blue paper. Nestled behind this were more pictures of the little girl in pigtails plastered on a missing child poster.
I remembered visiting the police station on a field trip. Someone was with me. someone with blonde hair.
"Alyson, Alyson is that you?" a middle aged blonde woman said pushing through the door. She was working dark grey pants and a blue collared shirt. Before anyone could stop her, she rushed at me and pulled me into a tight hug releasing loud sobs. "It's you, I know it's you."
"Honey, stop you're scaring her." Said a man with dark brown hair. And glasses. He pulled the woman off of me.
It was then I saw her face. She had my eyes, my blue piercing eyes. Except my hair was like the man's dark and wavy, whereas hers was blonde and straight.
She was with me at the police station when I was a kid. I looked away and down at the chipped tile floor. This had to be some sort of bad dream. I didn't know this woman, but something inside told me that I did. She was a part of me.
"Detective Stein, we aren't ready for you yet." The social worker said standing up between me and the lady.
"But she's my daughter. Don't I have a right to see if she's okay."
"Yes you do, but we have to follow protocol. If we don't both of us caould loose our jobs and I don't know about you, but that's not an option for me."
The woman nodded slightly and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. The same way I did when I was upset and crying. Inside I shuddered and stepped back into the wall.
"Come on." the social worker said and glanced over her shoulder at me. "I'll be right back honey."
Everyone left shutting the door behind them and I slid down the wall and wrapped my arms around my knees.
I should have never gone to that stupid park. I should have stayed with mom. If I did none of this would have happened. Hell, we might even be standing in line to see a band or something.
"Mom where are you?" I whispered crying.