I remember a lot about my parent's drug problem. It all started when I was about 3 years old. I was just thinking about it the other day. It was usually me and my sister having the run of the house to ourselves. My mom and dad stayed mostly in their room with the door shut. We cooked our own food and washed our own clothes. We had to watch out for police or someone always coming to our house. There was a lot people in and out of our house and we seen a lot. We seen a lot of fighting and stuff. We had a hard time making it to school on time. Teachers started asking us a lot of questions, and we didn't want to be taken away from our parents and our mom always said she was sick. So we told people she was sick. We felt so alone because we only had each other. My parents were always in their bedroom and we never seen them, that's all they cared about was getting high. We were so lost. My mom was always hyper and so she would always color fuzzy poster, she did about 3 every hour or 2. Mom would always be nervous, and looking out the windows and thinking someone was outside. It was so crazy, we thought she was out of her mind.

I've seen bruises on my mom's arms, she would always make up something or cover them with make up, but me and my sister knew she was shooting up. We've seen needles laying around and in the trash. We knew. Kids know a lot more than what people think we do. We have seen my parents fight and stab each other. I remember this one time perfectly, we were sitting around and we heard our parents fighting. My sister and I went into the room with my parents and my mom had stabbed my dad and blood was going everywhere. My mom had left, and called my aunt and she came over and tried to talk him into going to the hospital.

And even though mom tried to hide when they were cooking or doing it. We still seen and smelt the bad smell. My mom lost a lot of weight and looked really bad, and she thought she looked good, because she could wear my sister's clothes. We've seen and heard a lot of bad stuff, it scares us kids when the police is always coming to arrest your mom or doing drug raids. The last time before we were taken away, my mom was in jail, in the middle of night the police busted in the door. Me and my sister were asleep on the couch. One of the cops grabbed me up yelling and screaming thinking I was my mom. It scared me to death. After that they took us outside and was arresting the people that was in our house. My grandma came and got us and we had to wait outside for her to come. It was so scared. We were crying and didn't know what was going to happen. We had to go to the hospital then and get decontaminated. My sister tested positive for meth. It took my mom 3 years to get us back but she did it. And we are so glad she is clean. I would like to say to parents you can get clean and you don't know how bad it hurts us kids to be away from our parents and what we have to go through.