Nov 2008
A New Addition to My Story
08/11/08 Filed in: Personal
It’s been a long time, over a
year, since adding anything to my testimony. Well, I am going to
start working on it again...
Go to the My Story page for context...
Things were about to get from bad to worse. My grandmother who had no desire to be looking after me, received notification from the Department of Social Welfare, that I was being returned to my guardians care. Now, my legal guardian of course was my grandmother, but since she had no desire to be looking after a 14-year-old teenager, she deflected all responsibility to my mother instead, and informed me that I would soon be on a plane to Australia to live with my mother. Of course this is not what I wanted. My mother was abusive, a drug addict and dealer, and had gone on to have several more children to yet another father. I knew full-well that I was not going to be welcomed by my mother with open arms and a loving smile.
I was bawling my eyes out as I sat on the plane on my way to Sydney Australia. All that was going through my mind was that God had forsaken me. Just six months previous I had surrendered my all to him. And yet here I was sitting on a plane having been sent from one that did not love me to yet another. I could only imagine what would be waiting for me. Rejection hurts.
I walked out into the passenger arrivals area and looked out for my mother. I remember raising my head and seeing her. But the moment she saw me and recognize that I had recognized her, she turned on her heel and started walking out of the airport. Her boyfriend Dale, introduced himself to me and helped me with my bags. We walked out towards an old green HQ Holden car. Dale was trying to make conversation with me, all the while my mother remained absolutely silent.
It's a three hour drive from Sydney Mascot airport to the suburbs of Newcastle. We stopped on the way at KFC, and had lunch. Even at lunch as I asked my mother a question she refused to respond and Dale responded for her.
We finally got to the house. It was a housing commission house, built by the Australian government for low income or unemployed families. Every other house in the street looked quite nice except for ours which was surrounded by dead cars and assorted rubbish. This was the wrong side of the tracks. It was a far cry from spectacular Auckland, New Zealand where I had harbor views just walking to school.
to be cont....
Go to the My Story page for context...
Things were about to get from bad to worse. My grandmother who had no desire to be looking after me, received notification from the Department of Social Welfare, that I was being returned to my guardians care. Now, my legal guardian of course was my grandmother, but since she had no desire to be looking after a 14-year-old teenager, she deflected all responsibility to my mother instead, and informed me that I would soon be on a plane to Australia to live with my mother. Of course this is not what I wanted. My mother was abusive, a drug addict and dealer, and had gone on to have several more children to yet another father. I knew full-well that I was not going to be welcomed by my mother with open arms and a loving smile.
I was bawling my eyes out as I sat on the plane on my way to Sydney Australia. All that was going through my mind was that God had forsaken me. Just six months previous I had surrendered my all to him. And yet here I was sitting on a plane having been sent from one that did not love me to yet another. I could only imagine what would be waiting for me. Rejection hurts.
I walked out into the passenger arrivals area and looked out for my mother. I remember raising my head and seeing her. But the moment she saw me and recognize that I had recognized her, she turned on her heel and started walking out of the airport. Her boyfriend Dale, introduced himself to me and helped me with my bags. We walked out towards an old green HQ Holden car. Dale was trying to make conversation with me, all the while my mother remained absolutely silent.
It's a three hour drive from Sydney Mascot airport to the suburbs of Newcastle. We stopped on the way at KFC, and had lunch. Even at lunch as I asked my mother a question she refused to respond and Dale responded for her.
We finally got to the house. It was a housing commission house, built by the Australian government for low income or unemployed families. Every other house in the street looked quite nice except for ours which was surrounded by dead cars and assorted rubbish. This was the wrong side of the tracks. It was a far cry from spectacular Auckland, New Zealand where I had harbor views just walking to school.
to be cont....
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