I could remember when my Mommy had the twins, even though I couldn't remember their names I remember the Mommy was always mad at me after they were born. She never wanted me around. Daddy said it would get better, he told me to just give her some space.

Everyday when Daddy went to work I stayed home. I'd hide in my room during the day until the door opened when the clock struck 5:34pm. When he first came in he'd give Mommy a kiss, and then peck the twins' foreheads. I'd peek through the stairwell, wondering if he would remember me.

After a minute or so he'd ask, "Where's Emma?" and I stumble down the staircase as quickly as i could and bound into him. I would always wrap my arms around his leg and he'd reach down to pick me up. Mommy hated it, she would frown at me as I hid myself in the crook of his neck.

Weeks after the babies were born Mommy had been ignoring my presence. she only focused on herself and the twins. The last few nights I was with them I would always be watching television with Daddy, sitting on his lap, I would tell him I was hungry. After several nights of the same thing he responded with, "You act like you haven't eaten all day."

He chuckled at me, but I responded as truthfully as I always had been with him, "I haven't, Daddy." He didn't respond to me, instead he looked at me intently when something struck him. Carefully he placed me on the cushion next to us and then rushed to the nursery. Then I just heard yelling, the commercial on the television, the twins crying, Mommy screaming.

Several minutes into their fight there was banging on the front door. Normally I wouldn't have answered, but I was the only one who noticed. On the other side was a uniformed officer. He gave me a small smile and bent down to my level, "Everything will be okay." I could only nod. With my confirmation he continued into the house, "This is the police, we got a call on this house for disturbance of the peace."

Apparently when he had arrived at the nursery Mommy had just smacked Daddy. In the end I was removed from the premises. Since I was only adopted we didn't have a strong enough relation. Daddy apologized to me, telling me he wished things were different. Mommy didn't even acknowledge me when they took her under custody. I don't know what happened to them or the twins after that. They just took me away.

When I was six years old Mrs. McCoy told me my story was sad. Left by the road, alone. Being sent to the foster system was the best thing that could've ever happen to me. I thought about my time in the foster system; crying, hiding, lost and lonely, that was the best that could've happened to me? I'd always be like this? I would never have anything?

I would stare out the window next to my bed. the sky always seemed dim to me, lacking something. I lacked something, that's why I'd never have better.

I've reread this story almost ten times, and it got me thinking. Canonly, Emma Swan- at one point, called someone 'Mommy' and someone 'Daddy'. Then they sent her away... they created their own family and sent her back, because they changed their minds (or something). I feel absolutely horrible, I want to cry myself to sleep. You can't blame her for holding back in creating relationships, she's been through so many periods where people just decided to leave her because they couldn't handle it, or because it interrupted their life/goals. I'm hurting for her, I wish she didn't go through that...