To The Director of Youth Protection
To The director of Youth Protection Dear System, Hello, it's been a while. Do you remember me? We first met when I was 9 years old. I was with my sister, she was 10. Remember? It's ok I’ve got big black holes in my memory too. We met because I wasn't being cared for properly at home by my mother. She wasn't a mean or angry person; my mom just didn't know how to take care of us. Maybe you remember her? You met each other when she was 4 or so years old around 1951/52. She was with her little brother who was 2 and her big sister who was 6. Come on, you must remember the abuse they lived through? It scared them for life. No? Still can’t place me. Hmmmm… See, I'm not a kid anymore and a lot of time has gone by. All these years later I find myself with questions for you that I seriously need answers to. Even though you don't remember me, I remember you. We called you the system, we were system kids. We were in great hands I'm sure, even thoug...