They must have wondered how a young woman from Liverpool had ended up embroiled in this child's life? One day I was a happy-go-lucky teenager and the next I was holding this little girl as if she had been born to me.
We were only in the mansion for a few minutes before I found myself sitting back in the car with Marie back on my knee heading to a ward that was to be her new home. The rain danced on the windows; the windscreen wipers started the countdown.
I had never been on a ward for mentally handicapped children before and didn’t know what to expect. I bit my lip and fought the lump in my throat. Sister Green introduced herself and led the way through the main entrance and into a huge room that hit my senses..
We drove back to the mansion. I went in alone. I didn’t have a clue what Matron wanted and I didn’t really care. My mind was full of Marie. Last time she was taken, this time I gave her away; she was free to anybody that would have her because nobody wanted her – she was anybody’s.
"Eat up, Michelle," the Social Worker said, trying to sound cheerful. My tears wouldn't stop. I sat with my head down and watched them dripping onto my dinner.
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