Evaristo Salas Jr. (Junior)

Even though I looked for her, I couldn't see her.

She comes back out of the back room and she just tells me, you're a bad kid and I don't want you anymore.

And I was kind of confused, like, well, what are you saying?

And then I think, I mean, a certain amount of period of time passed, but it seemed like it was within that, you know, like a short period of time where the cops kind of just showed up at the house and they were taking me to foster care.

She was basically giving me to the state.

And I tried to run and I tried to beg her, but she had kind of this dead look in her eyes.

And she kind of just glossed over my feelings, and I was screaming, what are you doing, you know, all these kind of things.

And they just pretty much dragged me out of there.

They tried to cuff me, but my hands were too small, so the cuffs were just falling off.

Go ahead.

I must have been about, I think I was about seven.

Wow.

Six or seven, around that age.

And, you know, the cops, I mean, they didn't seem to have any kind of sympathy.

They were just, like, there to remove me.

And I didn't know where I was going.

They didn't just tell me you're going to foster care.

You know, I figured that out later on in life, you know.

But so they took me to the police station.

I wouldn't say anything.