I remember that day most of all, worst day of my life. The day they took my mom away. I loved my mom more then anything and I still do. She had a problem, weed. She got it from some friend down the street. When she didn’t take the weed, she was a great mom. When she took it though, I became her mom. I skipped school even sometimes to take care of her because I was affraid that if I left she wouldn’t be alive when I came back. She never made me come out there and buy the weed for her, she said it was too dangerous. That told me she cared. One day she ran out of money though, so she started to grow it herself. The next thing I knew a neighbor came in, saw all the weed and called the cops. My mom told me to go to school, I didn’t want to but I did. When walking outside to school, I saw the cops pulling her out of the apartment. I screemed Mom, but there was nothing I could do. I was put into foster care and the only time I saw her was when she was out of rehab. the next day she died. She was still the best mom.