One day I decided to go to Stockton, CA to go visit my mother because I was trying to get in touch with her to see how she was doing. She came down to San Francisco to see me for the first time in four years and she was really supportive of me. She gave me money for clothes; she brought me 3 suitcases full of clothes and food. She only stayed here for an hour and then she left without even saying goodbye.

Before she left, she gave me her number and told me to call her whenever I wanted to talk. So about a week or two later, I try to call my mother and I am not able to get her. So I continue calling for a few months and I began to worry about her. I start to save my money so I can go out to see her to make sure that she is okay.

So I go down to Greyhound and pay $100 for a one-way ticket because I thought that I was going to be able to stay with her. So when I get out to Stockton CA, I start looking for the street that she lives on. After about an hour and a half, I finally find her apartment. As I am walking up the stairs to her door I am so exited because I wanted to see my mother. I got to her door and knocked.

When she got to the door, she said, “Who is it?” I say, “It’s Casey”. She said, “What are you doing here?” I said, “I was worried about you. You have not answered your phone in a while”. She responded with “Oh, I changed my number to an unlisted number”.

I asked her if she was going to let me come in and she said, “no”. I asked her if I could stay with her for a few days and she said that she “couldn’t trust me in her home”. So I asked her if she was going to help me get home by paying for a ticket home and again she said that she couldn’t trust me with her money.

He was explaining to me why she couldn’t trust me when I just decided to walk away from her. At that moment I knew that I would never see my mother again. She was still talking when I reached the bottom of the stairs. I knew that I had a problem because I had no way of getting back to San Francisco. So I started walking down the street thinking of ways to get back home when I remembered that I have an old friend that lives in Stockton.

So I called him in hopes of getting some help getting home. So I went down to the police station and called my friend. He was not home so I left him a message. I tried to call him a few times but still got his answering machine.

I finally went down to the police station and explained my situation to one of the officers and he told me to have a seat. After an hour the officer came out and asked me for my mother’s number to confront her. I told him that her number was unlisted and that I don’t know her number. He went back to the back and returned a few minutes later he told me that the police station was going to pay for a ticket for my. The officer told me that they don’t do this all the time so don’t expect this again. I said “thank you” and went to the Greyhound station with one of the police officers to pay for the ticket.