My sister Carole Part#2

Once we moved into the city down town Carole’s life didn’t improve. Early on she was assaulted by girls in a street gang .She started skipping school and her relationship with Dad only got worst. One time she stayed out all night and came home with a story of abduction that my Dad didn’t care to hear. No sooner was she in the house that my Dad started hitting her. Carole would plead him to stop but that just made him hit longer. Later on social service got involve and Carole was removed from our home. My parent had to go to court but they denied every accusation and Carole was put in a reform school for girls in Gult Ontario. There she attempted to commit suicide just a month before I arrive to visit her. She told me at that time that the girl inmates were being abused by guards regularly. Some time after she was put in a foster home where her foster dad sexually assaulted he. I had a chance to visit her there in Toronto . I will talk about that more later. Soon she was 16 and ran away from there where she was transient from place to place like Vancouver and Winnipeg .She told me stories of her life on the streets and more of her tragic incidence like gang raped. Her boyfriend beat her so bad she had a lot of her teeth broken and removed. Eventually she met a good man and settled down and had a family. She had one son name Collin and a daughter name kailey. Life has improved to some extent. WE had a falling out around Christmas when I was emotionally drained from going through a divorce and I haven’t made contact with her since. I love my sister Carole but by this time in my life I had also become a product of my own past that I will talk about more as I go on.