Years ago I took care of some kids for a friend of mine who was in prison. She gave birth to this beautiful baby while in prison- so I took care of her from birth until three- Keanna was her name. She was born addicted to crack and I was so young myself- had no clue what I was doing- but I sure loved that little girl and her brother.
Three years went by and I petitioned the courts to adopt them- long story short- it was Utah, I was white- they were black- I was a Lesbian...need I say more?- My family was no better- not supportive at all of what I was doing- I was so young and so naive.
So the Mom freaked out because I was trying to "steal" her kids- and took them from me and gave them to another friend of hers- who was a horrible person and murdered this sweet baby girl because she peed the bed. She stabbed her with a screwdriver and beat her so hard she died- two months after she left my care.
I sent the judge the rudest letter I could type.
This is all that was in the paper
The murderer never got much time- sometimes life is frustrating.
Keanna's birthday is in May- she would be 20- wow 20 years old. I still think about her at least once a day- she was my first baby girl. Her Mom buried her in an unmarked grave- makes me sick that this woman who never even knew my little Keanna had more rights then I did- just because she gave birth to her. I was the one who cared for her- held her- kissed her owies- rocked her when she had drug with drawls- got up with her in the night- and loved her so much.
RIP my little Kiwi- I will always love you!
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