Chapter Seven

My brother and I were placed in a car. We were in the back seat. It was early morning and I whimpered, just a little, because the sun was shining so bright in my eyes. I rubbed my eyes, as if I was going to make that brightness disappear.

I looked over at my brother who was sitting beside me. He looked different. I looked at his face and his eyes were masked. His skin looked white. I compared his skin to the skin on my arm and yes, they looked almost like twins.

His hair reminded me of my daddy. Oh, daddy, where are you? I haven’t seen you in, well I don’t know how long but it seems like so many forever days. My brother looked like my doll, skinny and stiff. Well, maybe stiff wasn’t the word, but he sure was quiet. I wonder if someone had told him to keep that big mouth shut!

Big blue eyes, long lashes, and lots of messy wavy hair. The picture I had in my mind of our daddy, sure made me think they could pass for doubles. He stared out the window and didn’t look back at me. I wonder what he saw that I couldn’t see.

When I looked down at myself, I was dirty. I remember daddy telling mama, ” Get those kids cleaned up. They look like dirty, little pigs. Get in there and give them a bath.” It sure didn’t look like I had had a bath, in fact, I don’t remember getting a bath for a long time.

My clothes were dirty, and my shoes and socks were gone. I don’t remember losing them, but I don’t remember wearing them either. I felt my tummy growling. I think I am hungry, but since no one was paying any attention to me, I would keep quiet. It had been a long time, but when my thumb found my open mouth, it felt good.

There was a man in the front seat sitting by mama. I know he wasn’t daddy because this man’s skin looked like mud. He must have been real dirty and when he looked back at me and my brother, I saw he had big, brown eyes and I think daddy’s were blue eyes.

To be continued…

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