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A Moment To Remember
Have you ever lost something that meant the world to you? It was approximately ten years ago, in my hometown of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I was in kindergarten at the time. Hawthorne Elementary was the school I was attending. I was in class getting prepared for our school-wide fieldtrip to the zoo. My sister and brother were in their class doing the same thing. My mom was out grocery shopping and my step-dad was at work. This is my story about the worst time in my life. The time I was taking from my mom.
My feelings were roaming through my mind. I didn’t know if I should cry, be angry, or not show any emotions at all. I could tell that my other siblings were scared too. Tears were rolling down there faces, as for mines. My mom was the one hurt the most. I couldn’t tell whether she was angry, sad, hurt, or disappointed. Her emotions collaborated all over her face. The authorities were also there. They faces were so plain, as if they didn’t care. They looked as if they wanted us to suffer under someones else parenting.