I arrived at the school office after being paged and saw my dad and sister there waiting for me. Rachel pulled me into a hug and sobbed, “I’m not ready for this. I think you know what’s happening.”
Assuming–correctly–that this was dad taking my sister away from me, my heart sank and I burst into tears and clung to her very tightly. Our dad was upset about this too and explained, “I’m taking you both to your mother’s house so we can get Rachel’s things.”
We got into the car and I sat in the back seat with Rachel and we just held each other very tightly. Neither of us wanted to be the first to let go and neither of us wanted to be separated from each other. I didn’t care what the Judge ordered. The truth was: I really wanted to march myself straight to the courthouse and do some things I knew I would regret later. Rachel and I continued hugging each other, and this is where I made my final decision: I loved my sister. I absolutely loved her, and I didn’t want to leave her side for any reason.
I whispered to her, “I don’t care what anyone says. We are not going to lose contact from each other and Jessica.”
“Good,” She replied, “I don’t care either!” We continued to hug each other, and made it clear how angry we both were with the whole situation.
“I’m being stubborn,” I said.
“I am too,” She whispered.
We both burst into tears when we arrived at the house, and neither of us wanted to be the one who stopped hugging the other. Neither of us wanted to be away from each other.
We both cried as we entered the house, and continued to hold each other, dreading being torn away. Rachel did not want to pack up her room, and I did not want to help her. “Don’t leave me,” I cried.
“I don’t want to leave you,” My sister replied, in tears herself.