The first time I was abandoned I was only six years old and I remember the day as if it just happened yesterday. I was sitting on a courtroom floor, cooing over my newborn little sister and making her laugh as I dangled a pearl necklace over her face. My mother and her new husband were sitting on the hard wooden bench directly behind me and I remember hearing Mom groan as a dark haired man in a tan trench coat entered the courtroom.
The dark-haired man sat down at the far end of the wooden bench and glanced over at me before putting his head down into his hands. I remember Mom grabbing my arm and making me stand up as another man in a long dark robe entered the courtroom. The man in the robe called my Mom’s name, Mom’s new husband’s name, and a name that sounded vaguely familiar to me. “Keep your sister quiet” Mom whispered to me as she made her way out of the aisle and walked towards the front of the courtroom.
I was confused when I saw the dark haired man stand up and stand next to Mom and her new husband. After a few moments of talking, I heard the man in the robe utter the words I would never forget. “Do you, (Name Withheld), agree to relinquish all of your parental rights to Sarah?” The dark-haired man put his head down, and I barely heard the word, “Yes” leave his lips.
[For more of this story, written by Sarah Burleton, go to http://blogs.psychcentral.com/...not-everyone-leaves/]
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