You must have been scared to death. Who's doing this to us? I can't tell you that. What did I do? These are the charges - "You're living with a married man, you carry a weapon, you use and sell dope, you beat your children, you leave them alone all night, your pregnant, you don't feed them, you left your girls with a prostitute, you deserted them" and a few more things I don't remember now. It seemed like the list went on forever. You will go to jail for desertion. I didn't desert them. I can prove it. Why won't you listen to me? No matter what you do you'll not see them again. God, what do I do? If I don't sign you remain in the orphanage and I'm in jail. If I do sign you will be put in a foster home with a chance for adoption.

Jail didn't frighten me, it was the thought of you being in an orphanage. God help me, I signed. Then he told me you were already in a foster home. If that was supposed to make me feel better, it didn't.

I then asked if it could be put in the papers you were not to be separated under any circumstances. He said yes. I thought if I couldn't have you at least you'd have each other. I don't know what was on the papers I signed. My mind was completely gone.

Next, he told me I had to sign death certificates. Boing! La La Land time. Someone caught me and sat me down. My mind was so repulsed at the words, I forgot my name. He had to put the pen in my hand and tell me how to spell it. Dear God, no one should have to go through this kind of hell. His explanation, just in case something happens to them before their adopted, then they can be buried in consecrated ground.

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