The Fire part 2(Inside the Flames)
We are now in Foster home with Mr. & Mrs. Biscoe a very nice and caring woman. Mr. Biscoe was a State Trooper, so we did not see him much. We (the four oldest, Wynetta, Gerald, Charmaine and me) were together, Charles and Paul were in other Foster Homes, Charles because of the fire and Paul because of his age. Mrs. Biscoe was the nicest Foster Mom we had, everything was great, we got to see our mom after about maybe 8 months to a year, after that first visit we would see her every three months or so. We had new clothes and food three times a day plus snacks, we went to Church every Sunday and got allowances every month. Life was a dream the first two years, then we had to move, but we were only going across the street to Mrs.Guillory house. The first three weeks were O.K., until she told us we could not see Mrs. Biscoe anymore. That is when everything went bad there. She kept us in Church, which was a Blessing. She was actually the Cruelest woman I have ever met. she would feed us cold beans and rice on Saturday mornings or sour milk and Corn Bread or Cold Fish and Tomato sauce. She honestly told us “Yall Mother Don’t Love Yall, She aint never coming back for yall!!! We turned bad after that. We did not want to be here. One Day we were on the steps of the washhouse(shed), and Wynetta was looking up in the sky and she said “ Look, Jesus is Smiling at Us WE ALL LOOKED UP and WE ALL WAVED AT THE SAME TIME!!! I know what I saw that day. but, what did Gerald and Charmaine see? for all of us to wave at the same time. we laughed and went to play. Gerald my little brother was fighting with me and netta, and we grabbed him and put his arm in some dog poop (sorry G). any ways Mrs. Guillory started chasing us to whip us. (OH Yea, this was every day we got whippings, or she tried to whip us, cause we ran. she had to catch us. we thought it was so funny to see her try to catch us. She chased us in the house and we ran in the bathroom and locked it. the phone rang and she answered the phone, we waited and waited. we heard her crying so we came out thinking she just got some bad news. She would not stop crying until Mr. Guillory came home and called the ambulance after he could not stop her from crying. The next day we were back with Mrs. Biscoe. Mrs. Guillory would never have Foster Kids again; you see she had a nervous breakdown and she could never handle kids again. I wonder how many more kids before us had to endure her. I have forgiven her it was not her, but what was in her spirit, that no one but The Lord and her knew. I do not remember how long we stayed at Mrs. Biscoe, but it was long enough for horrible things to happen me and my little brother Gerald. It did not come out until maybe a year later. We were living in Kinder La. It was fun, plenty of land, bikes,we all had shetland ponies that someone gave to us. We went camping every few months and they owned a huge farm. The Moreheads, Mrs. Morehead was a School Board Member the only black one in the 70’s in Kinder. Mr. Morehead owned all the land, he had a Junk yard which was so fun he had everything you could think of. from mopeds, cars ,trucks, boats, we could pretend anything in that junk yard. We were in a new church, where you could sing in the choir, you read stories of bible characters and most of all you learned from this Book that had been in my life, but was spoken in Latin. Here they spoke English and I understood. We were all baptized, I was so proud of myself; I would absorb all I could of this Precious Book. One day we were coming out of Church and Mrs. Morehead and Gerald were talking, G was still bad, he must have fell asleep in church again. Mrs. Morehead came to me and said, Shawn I WANT YOU TO TELL THE TRUTH, DID THAT BOY AT MRS. BISCOE HOUSE MAKE YOU AND GERALD TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES AND LAy ON THE FLOOR IN THE BATHROOM? Those horrible memories flooded back in my mind and I started crying and told her that and the other things he did to me and G. I was 11(Incompleteness, disorganization, disintegration) yrs. old at that time, by time I was 12 (Divine government, apostolic fullness) years old we were back with our Mother. I am 40 years old right now and am unveiling Christ in the fullness of my Journey, My Peace, and My Love. ALL IN CHRIST, ALL THROUGH CHRIST, ALL FOR CHRIST. GOD BLESS
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