As in my previous post I regretted asking my social worker to take me someplace else rather than my Nans, she took me to my aunts an even worse place to stay.
She didn't like my mum, they never got on and so when I was lumbered into her care she treated me like a slave.
I had to cook, clean and take care of my self. She didn't allow me to go to school although the school I attended was down the road.
She made me aware whenever my social worked came to say that I was ok as if I didn't I would be certainly taken into care.
So it was a sufferable 3 months but when I got the news that mum was coming out of the hospital - I was overjoyed beyond words!
The thing is things were going to change forever not just for me but for mum aswell.
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