When OCS arrived, I dreaded hearing the words, "We're gonna have to take you guys into custody." I've felt this dread before, but it was deeper. This time it wasn't just me, my younder sister, and my older sister. This time, I had 3 more younder siblings, making 6 kids total. Below the 3rd oldest, everyone was under 13. I didnt want them to feel the pain and depression I had felt when I was away from my parents. They were kids after all. And it hurt more knowing I had to lie to one of them since they were out with a friend. I kept telling her "Just come back home with me, okay? Promise me not to cry. Stay happy, okay? No mater what, I'll be here to support you." I was trying not to cry, and I knew she would eventually catch on. More cars were in our driveway, and we were given permission to pack our stuff. Of course, i packed games, clothes, and stuffies my siblings proudly gave me. I was bawling by then, I didnt want to see them go. I didnt want to be away from them.