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Avi Morris Novels
All Things That Matter Press
Avi Morris Novels
Category:
Drama
Publisher: All Things That Matter Press
ISBN-10: 0990715809
Type: Fiction
Pages: 218
Copyright: 2014
ISBN-13: 9780990715801
Price: $5.99 (eBook)
Drawn from a true story, this is a fictional account of child's battle to survive years of physical and sexual abuse. She and her foster family go through highs and lows while the girl confronts her feelings about her biological family in her quest for self identity.
Crocodile Mothers Eat Their Young - the title comes from an actual conversation and is imeant to be ironic - is the story of sisters Tina and Selena Diaz, primarily Tina. Tina endures years of sexual abuse at the hands of her mother's live-in lover, and she and Selena both suffer physical and mental abuse at the hands of their mother, Luz and others. While marginally graphic, the descriptions of the sexual abuse are quite brief and very few, the aftermath being central to the story.
In and out of foster homes, both sisters at first, and later Tina alone, enter the foster care of Robert and Harold Allen. Roberta, a teacher at the girls' middle school, had convinced her reluctant husband to become foster parents because she had witnessed several students at her school being seperated from their families. The couple already had three grwon sons of their own and had been enjoying the empty nest, As time goes by, Harold's - Hal - reluctance is broken down and the bond between Tina and her foster parents grows. Ultimately, she is torn between her blood ties and her love for her foster parents. She must face her predatory mother's boyfriend in court even as her own mother stands against her. IN the end, she musr face the prospect of going back to live with her blood family and be separated from the Roberta and Hal.
The story is told in alternating chapters of flashbacks to Tina and Selena's childhood and the current day life in foster care. The flashbacks are written in the third person, the current day in the first person from Hal's point of view.
It's my hope that the reader will not only find the story engrossing, but also will gain some understanding of foster care situations, dealing with the foster care bureaucracy, and the sheer number of children in the United States who suffer from abuse and neglect.
Excerpt
Valentina, or Tina as she asked us to call her, and Selena arrived back downstairs in tandem.
"Pizza here yet?" Tina asked.
"No, not yet, pretty soon," Roberta answered.
Selena wandered over to the picture window in the family room and looked in wonder at the back yard with its manicured green lawn leading to a dense stand of trees that separated our property from the neighbors to the rear.
"Can we go outside?" she asked.
"Sure," I replied, "let's take a look." I led the way onto the deck and out toward the woods.
"I never seen this kind of place before," street-wise Selena said. "Is this the country?"
I couldn't help laughing a little and even Tina smiled. "No, not exactly," I said, "this is what they call the suburbs."
"Yeah, Sellie, this isn't the country, no cows around here," Valentina added with an authoritative shake of her head.
Selena managed an embarrassed, warming smile, and said, "I know, but there's so many trees, so much grass, home got nothing like this."
"What home," Tina retorted, "we got no home. If you didn't say anything, we'd be with Ma."
"Shut up. You like being smashed like Ma did to us? You like those guys messin' with us? You like that?" Selena shouted.
Too mad to cry, Tina stamped the ground and snarled, "Shut your mouth, just shut up."
"Okay, girls, enough," I interrupted, while whatever hopeful thinking I'd entertained about the next few weeks evaporated.
Selena, her eyes reddening, kicked at an acorn and turned her back on her younger sister. Tina reached down and grabbed a fallen branch. She smacked it against her thigh and heaved it with a purpose into the woods.
Thankfully, Roberta stepped onto the deck to let us know that the food had arrived. The three of us trudged toward the house in silence. Our first evening together as a foster family had begun.
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