I Was Poor For YEARS But Got Adopted By A Rich Family

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I loved my parents. Even though we were poor, and rarely went to bed on a full stomach, we were happy, because we had each other. They were always so kind and loving, and never let their poverty get in the way of having a good life. I always admired them for that. But then something happened, and they disappeared. And my life changed forever.

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I was 15 years old, and my parents had gone out. We lived in a really rough neighborhood, so it was risky leaving me on my own, but my mom had to go to work, and my dad was out at the store buying groceries. They had no choice.

I waited in our tiny living room, which was actually my bedroom - you see, our house had only one bedroom, so I had to use the couch in the living room as my bed. While I waited for my parents to come home, I wasted time staring out the window, watching my neighbours go about their daily lives. We didn't have a TV, or a phone, or anything electronic for that matter, so I had to tend to my boredom by looking out on the world.

It was 6 o'clock at night, and it was time for my parents to come home. My mom usually arrived at this hour, and my dad always got back before dark, so it was strange to find them late. Another hour passed by, and still my parents hadn't returned. Where were they? I was starting to panic. What if my mom had gotten into an accident on the way home from work, and my dad was now at the hospital with her? What if my dad had gotten mugged on his way home from the grocery store, and now my mom was at the hospital with him? All these crazy thoughts zoomed through my head, and I struggled to stay calm. I had a really bad feeling in the bottom of my stomach, like something really bad was about to happen. But I just didn't know what.

Well, my instincts were right. Something really bad did happen.

My parents had disappeared. They hadn't returned for the rest of the night, and so I called the cops because I was really worried about them. The cops investigated, and according to mom's workplace, she had left like usual after her shift and headed home. The grocery store said they had seen my dad, and he had left like usual to walk home. It didn't make any sense. Why were both of my parents missing? The police tracked their route home, but couldn't find any clues as to why or how they had disappeared.

"Is there anyone that may have something against your parents? An enemy, perhaps?" asked one of the police officers.

I shook my head. "No, of course not! Everyone loved my parents!"

That night, I had to sleep at an emergency foster home, where there were a dozen other kids too. The foster parents were nice enough, but I was too worried about my parents to behave normally. That night, I cried myself to sleep.

The next day, the police still had no leads on where my parents had gone. At first I felt like this was all a dream.

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