I was only 14 when I was left alone with my brother. He was all I had, so I did everything I could to take care of him as best as I could.
Unfortunately, they separated us. He was placed in a care center, and so was I.
When I turned 16, I started working three different jobs while also attending evening classes. With a bit of luck, I managed to rent a small apartment. It was the first step towards my dream: to be reunited with Samuel.
Everything seemed overwhelming, but I knew it would be worth it once my brother was back by my side.
During supervised visits, he would whisper to me, “When can I come home?” and I would reply with difficulty, “Soon,” hoping with all my heart that this time it wouldn’t be another lie.
At the final custody hearing, the judge looked at me and said, “Radu, you’re simply too young.” But what they didn’t understand was that Samuel was my whole world.
Francesca, the social worker, expressed her compassion. “Radu, I know you’re doing everything you can, but it’s just not enough.”
Back in my small apartment, I collapsed on the couch and remembered the happy times when my mother was still alive. We didn’t have much, but we had each other. I missed those times, and the thought that things would never be the same again and that I might lose my brother forever tore me apart.
As I swallowed my tears, the landlord, Mrs. Raluca, knocked on the door. She brought cookies and asked with a worried look, “Radu, how was court?”
“They want proof that I can take care of him, as if I wouldn’t starve myself just to make sure he’s fed,” I said, feeling frustration rising within me.
“I know how much you love your brother, and I know you would do anything for him, but the system wants something more solid,” she said, placing her hand on my shoulder.
“They say the apartment is too small. He needs his own room,” I replied.
Then Mrs. Raluca said, “You know what? Renovate the empty room upstairs. Same rent. Just don’t burn my house down.”
My eyes lit up. “Really?” I asked, and she just smiled.
I immediately started working on that room. I painted the walls blue, Samuel’s favorite color.
Francesca came a few days later and told me that the best option would be family placement.
The next day, when I returned to court, I made sure the judge understood how much everything meant to me and my brother.
“I may be young,” I said, “but I have taken care of Samuel his whole life, and I can provide him with a home where he feels safe and loved.”
His adoptive parents were also present and agreed that Samuel belonged with me.
The judge requested time to make a decision, but when she finally spoke, she said exactly what I had been praying to hear.
“The best place for Samuel is with his brother.”
Samuel, who was sitting in the back, ran towards me.
That day we celebrated with pizza. It was the day when, at last, everything fell into place.
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