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"Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ?
Yᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ,
Nᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀғᴜᴍᴇ,
I ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ I ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍʙ.
(Tʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ I ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍʙ)
Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅʟᴇs ᴅᴏᴡɴ.
Tʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɪs ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴡғᴜʟ ᴛᴏᴡɴ.
Pʀᴇᴛᴛʏ sᴏᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴋɪᴅs ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇᴅ.
Iғ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʀ I ᴄᴀɴ sɪɴɢ.
Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, I ᴀᴍ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ғɪɴᴇ.
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ,
Sᴏ ᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ,
Tʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴀɪsᴇ.
Aɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ?
Yᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ.
Yᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ's sᴇᴇɴ,
Yᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟᴏᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅs, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴋɪᴅs ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇᴅ.
Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴋɪᴅs ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇᴅ.
Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, I ᴀᴍ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ғɪɴᴇ.
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ,
Sᴏ ᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ,
Tʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴀɪsᴇ."
Tʜᴇ Dᴀʏ I Lᴇғᴛ Tʜᴇ Wᴏᴍʙ - Esᴄᴀᴘᴇ Tʜᴇ Fᴀᴛᴇ
Yᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ,
Nᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀғᴜᴍᴇ,
I ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ I ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍʙ.
(Tʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ I ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍʙ)
Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅʟᴇs ᴅᴏᴡɴ.
Tʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɪs ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴡғᴜʟ ᴛᴏᴡɴ.
Pʀᴇᴛᴛʏ sᴏᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴋɪᴅs ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇᴅ.
Iғ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʀ I ᴄᴀɴ sɪɴɢ.
Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, I ᴀᴍ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ғɪɴᴇ.
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ,
Sᴏ ᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ,
Tʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴀɪsᴇ.
Aɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ?
Yᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ.
Yᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ's sᴇᴇɴ,
Yᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟᴏᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅs, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴋɪᴅs ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇᴅ.
Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴋɪᴅs ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇᴅ.
Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, I ᴀᴍ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ғɪɴᴇ.
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ,
Sᴏ ᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ,
Tʜᴇ ʙᴏʏs ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴀɪsᴇ."
Tʜᴇ Dᴀʏ I Lᴇғᴛ Tʜᴇ Wᴏᴍʙ - Esᴄᴀᴘᴇ Tʜᴇ Fᴀᴛᴇ
You grew up with one parent in life; the other one abandoned you and your
mother/father as soon as you were born. You may even have younger
siblings that the parent left after they were born. But you grew up in life
with one parent, who you have gained more then respect for. The parent
who stayed with you has cared for you, fed you and clothed you all by
themselves. The other one just left, no note or anything to remember them
by. You never had a great childhood, as you struggled for money and rent to
be able to keep your house. Ever other child at school got the new games,
best clothes; and you were lucky to even have lunch for the day. None of that
really bothered you though, but what did is that you could never really help.
Couldn't help provide for the family, couldn't find your other parent. All you
could do is sit and watch your mother/father work extremely hard, and cry.
Cry for you to have a second chance at life. A good one; one where you didn't
starve at night and didn't have to feel so alone. On the last day of school, you
came rushing home and you found a letter sitting by the door:
When your mother/father finally returns home from their long shift at work, you show
them the letter, asking them about it. They admit to signing you up, and explain to
you that it is good. All they want is what's good for you and after a bit of convincing,
you finally agree, mainly because you know they will be well looked after. You read
through the directions and the other note left that explained the rules.
mother/father as soon as you were born. You may even have younger
siblings that the parent left after they were born. But you grew up in life
with one parent, who you have gained more then respect for. The parent
who stayed with you has cared for you, fed you and clothed you all by
themselves. The other one just left, no note or anything to remember them
by. You never had a great childhood, as you struggled for money and rent to
be able to keep your house. Ever other child at school got the new games,
best clothes; and you were lucky to even have lunch for the day. None of that
really bothered you though, but what did is that you could never really help.
Couldn't help provide for the family, couldn't find your other parent. All you
could do is sit and watch your mother/father work extremely hard, and cry.
Cry for you to have a second chance at life. A good one; one where you didn't
starve at night and didn't have to feel so alone. On the last day of school, you
came rushing home and you found a letter sitting by the door:
Dear Sir/Madam,
Your mother/father has told us about your life, and applied you to Mary's Home for
Teens. We know about your situation, and know it is possible you will not want to
leave your mother/father; but there's nothing to fret about! We promise to not only
care for you, but we will make sure they have enough food, and money in order to be
healthy and happy. We have found 7 other young ladies and gentlemen (Total is 8) in
the same situation as yourself, and have insisted that they come along to. Hope to see you
Monday at 10am. Directions to your new home have been included, along with more details.
Lots of love and care,
Mary's Home For Teens
When your mother/father finally returns home from their long shift at work, you show
them the letter, asking them about it. They admit to signing you up, and explain to
you that it is good. All they want is what's good for you and after a bit of convincing,
you finally agree, mainly because you know they will be well looked after. You read
through the directions and the other note left that explained the rules.











