User blog:PsykJames/My Life Part 2

After that I was very curious as to why they actually kept us instead of asking us where we came from or calling the police so that we could go home but they didn't and even though now I know what they should have done at the time i was only 5 so  iI just wen't along with it even though I did think it was a little odd.

I lived the next 3 years of my life there but it was a living hell. Roman, Carlos, and Rosetta we're very kind and treated us like we really we're family even though we didn't go to school they took out the time to be sure we we're thoroughly educated and they did a good job too because both me and Ritsza were exceptionally intelligent for our age. But despite that thing weren't all funand games like they wanted it to be. All of alot the kids on our block just loved to pick on us and it wasn't just name calling and leaving us out it was pure cruelty. I'm Black and just across the street was a racist family that just couldn't leave me alone. Once the man of that family sent his 2 sons to push me down a flight of stairs while i was carrying groceries for Rosetta. They called me every single racist name you could think of. It felt like they could read my mind because everytime i even felt like trying to make a friend they would completely humiliate me so eventually I gave up little did I know those painful experiences provided me with street smarts and knowledge of the harshness and cruelty of the real world at an early age.

Ritsza head it hard to she wasn't racially discriminated she was picked on just as cruelly as i was not onlly that but false comforters wouls come to her side but a special skill to be mentioned later allowed her to see the fakeness and insincerity in peoples words and actions eventually she believed everyone was that way and so she decided not to trust anyone. Not me Roman, Carlos, or Rosetta

To be continued