When I was handed over to Gary Bush, he wasnt actually a total stranger to Zaineb. The people of Bloomington didnt want non whites hanging out with their children even if they went to school togeather, lived in a million dollar house or their father was the town ingeneer and their mother was a PhD student. So she would be allowed to hang out with Becky Rinks, safely, prophilactically, far enough away up on the north west side of Indy.
Becky hated Zaineb and was always mean to her. One time, Bo and his friends caught a bunch of fish in the creek and put fire crakers inside them, Becky told Zaineb to go get something on the porch right before they all went off covering her in fish parts.
One time, after Becky was already raising me, Grandma set up the badminton net in the back yard. Becky made Zaineb go back far to hit the shuttle cock and made her cut open her arm on the chain link fence. I remember Grandma talking about her on the phone.
Zaineb even came to visit us at the farm where we lived in Valpo. When she tells students in her classes about it she says she was at friends in Egypt, but she just left of the words Bum Fucked. We are the ones who served her rabbit which we raised in the lower part of the barn.
Zaineb was willing to trade me for Heather at one point.
Zaineb is my niece, she was never my mother. I am not dead.
She first became really interested in being my mother when she married Alawi and they went to Saudi Arabia. She took me with because Zaineb was really too old for him. They are good friends, but he cant get a hard on for adults.
I never asked to have private arabic lessons with Alawi. That was suggested to me as my only option if I did not like that Sadiqa was not using any class time to teach and was always serving us cakes she found in the dumpsters.
One day I saw Alawi at the house at Rogers lakewood park. I thought he had come to get me, since I didnt remember that our previous relationship was inapropriate. He was there for a child I had just given birth to. He sexually abused that child who was a boy.
When I saw these people here in bloomington I couldnt remember who they were at first.
Oh, I left off something, Zaineb left "love is blue" and "day dream believer" behind. Honestly the old turntable and all the records may have been hers I dont know where Becky would have gotten the money for that stuff. But those two singles were definately hers.
The other records belonged to another "friend" of beckys. She came over after she made Zaineb leave in such a huff that she forgot her records and turntable. She broght the records then Becky borrowed them and stopped talking to her.
Zaineb has told many lies that effected me.
She decided to get birth control pills one time, not knowing I guess that the pelvic exam would show she gave birth. The doctor threated to turn her and her family in for child traffiking if she didnt tell them what happend. He also told the whole town about her having had children. She told them she had a baby in France and that Asian Gangs had extorted her family and made them give them the child (which they intended to eat) in payment. Somehow later she twisted the story, somehow people thought I was that child who had miraculously been saved from the hethen chinese and their canibalism. When faced with my presence in front of her, she had to get rid of me as quickly as possible.
If Zaineb is birthing your surogate children, get their dna checked. These days a maternity test is about $100. Its too easy to pocket the money given for invetro firtilization. Your eggs went straight in the garbage.
(yes she's been selling children since the 70's thanks doc for the idea)
The rest of the story:
Zaineb's babies were killed with a ballpin hammer left behind in the kit of a workman, when the French police tracked him down, he told them about the family who stayed in that apartment and they eventually determined that a minor had given birth and killed her babies. They decided the girl had suffered enough and did not pursue it, but when they heard that the girl was telling her own twist on the tale, and having heard what had really happened in the asian restaurant, and being contacted from Viet Nam at the end of the war, they decided that it would be just to send her a reminder that our tales come back to bite us. She didnt learn her lesson. She could have just taken her lumps. I think the French realized that I wouldnt be left with her long and I would be moved to a better foster family, they know better than that now.
Why didnt I just go to France? That was plan A, but my plane got shot down.
