by Baby K
I’ve said goodbye to a lot of people before and after they died. The first goodbye I ever said was to my mom when I realized that there was no fixing our relationship.
The second goodbye I’ve said was to my baby sister. We had my little sister from birth until she just turned one-year-old. It really hurt me to say goodbye because she had just started to say my name, and whenever I wouldn’t pick her up she would cry. What hurts me the most, though, is that I will never be able to see her again because the system took her.
The third goodbye was to my thirteen-year-old sister. She was caught up in the life and I couldn’t save her.
The other goodbye was to my real family. When I was one-year-old, I was adopted and I’ve never been able to meet my real family. I just found out that I was adopted. I have to say goodbye to that in order to move on with my life.