Amber: She left me alone in the crib. At least that’s what the police report said.
BW: Do you not believe the police report?
Amber: Well, nobody wants to believe that their mama done some shit like that. I mean, what kind of mother can leave an infant in a crib, pack up, walk away, take your brother from you, and abuse him the way she done?
I’ve never even met her but my brother’s told me about her. I know she’s spent a lot of time in prison and is in prison now.
BW: How did you meet your brother?
Amber: I run into him here in Macon. When I first met Trevor, he came up and asked me for a cigarette. I told him I didn’t have one. He was living in a really shitty motel so I told him to come checkout where we were staying. We got to walkin’ and I asked his name and he said Travis. I said “well, damn, I kind of thought you might be my brother.” I just had that feelin’, you know? There were some similarities in the way he moved and the way he looked.
He said “hold up. what’s your mama’s name?” I said “Wendy Brown.” He pulled out his food stamp card and there it was, Trevor Brown!“
It was crazy! It was like God meant for it to happen! We stay together in a motel room now. I found a piece of my real family!
Last names were changed