I grew up in Freedom, North Dakota as Marissa Frank. It was a dull November day, when my life would change forever. I was in the middle of a test in science class when a large man came into the classroom. He whispered something to the teacher and then asked me to go into he hallway with him. He told me that I would need to bring all my stuff with me down to the police station and that they had a few questions to ask me. I sat in an office for about twenty minutes waiting for someone to come in. The large man and Detective Molly Sanches finally came into the office I was waiting in.
Detective Molly sat across the table from me. She said hi and introduced herself and the man even though I already knew who she was. She asked me some questions about how school, my sports, and everything at home was going. I answered, but I knew she had something she wasn’t saying. So being the inpatient person that I am I said “Spit it out already why am I here!? “. She looked at me with big eyes and said “I have to ask you about your family. ” The large man set a picture in the table in front of me and asked “Is this your mother? I said yes. He said “Has she ever told you about when you were younger? ” I said that I don’t remember to much and that she doesn’t like talking about the past because we are living in the present. They just looked at each other and said “Well we have reason to believe that she isn’t your mother.
We are investigating a case of a missing child and we need to do a DNA test. ” They swabbed my mouth and left. Three hours had passed when they finally came back. This time they didn’t shut the door they just said “We have someone ere to meet you. ” There was a well dressed woman with long brown hair standing in the doorway. She came in and the detectives introduced her to me, she didn’t say a word she only stared as if she were seeing a ghost. They explained to me that I was taken from the hospital the day after I was born. I put my head on the table. They said “This is your mom MaryAnn Stevens. ” I sat up and said “I want to talk to my mom. ” They told me that she was in a holding cell and that we could only talk for a little bit.
I saw her and for a while I didn’t know what to say I just stood there. I finally said “It’s bad enough that you stole me you, but you let your dumb boyfriend beat me when he was drunk. She stood up and tried to say something | turned around and the guard showed me out. I moved with my birth mom to Jefferson, Illinois. I went to school for three more weeks that year and then it was summer. I only had one friend is that school her name was Erica Duffy. She understood my problems and gave me some drugs.
She said that they’d take my mind off of what was going around around us. One day my mom came home early and found us with the drugs. I haven’t seen Erica since then and I have to go to therapy. I’ve been going to therapy with Dr. Joe Carter for three weeks at his office. I had it, he’s nice and all but I don’t like talking to people about my feelings, I just tell myself that I’m being a baby and to just suck it up other people have it worse. I think that Dr. Carter figure out that it’s not going to be as easy with me.
He told me that next time we would try something different and that we have to go to his home office because he is having his office building remodeled for the next month sol have to go to his house. It was raining the day he picked me up for our session. I really didn’t want to go. I was wearing sweat pants and a sweater with a fox on it. He tried talking for at least an hour until he figured out I wasn’t going to talk. He told me to get in the car so he could take me home and that we would try again the next day. I got up at ten and he came at eleven.
We went into the house and there was a boy that looked about my age sitting on the floor holding what looked like a puppy. He stood up and said hi. Dr. Carter said this is my son Austin. I said hello and he just smiled and sat on the coach. Dr. Carter said something to me but I wasn’t listening I was just looking at Austin. He said “The baby fox that Austin is holding is yours. It’s going to be like a therapy dog, but it’s a fox because you like them so much. He said go and hold it. I went and sat on the couch by Austin and we played with the baby fox until my mom came to get me.