You are not my mother

You are not my mom. I told her. What is in your mind. Please spit it out. I do not want to tell you. What you are going to do, let me see and my dad is not in the country even for two months the least.
Jenna, this is not funny Jonathan is an infant and he will wake up if you screaming like this. It is not my problem currently and clearly it is your problem.
Can we discuss about the issue whatever you have tomorrow morning it is already eleven o’ clock at night and I need to work Annie my step mother asked me.
O.K I told Annie, my step mother who is in her forty and I went to my bedroom which is at the corner of the first floor. Annie went upstairs to check upon Jonathan.
Annie sighed now a days one teen ager is equivalent to ten teenagers of old times and she mumbled herself as if she is fixing problems through self talk as mumbling.
The phone rang and on the other side some one asking are your children at home. Annie said yes both my children are sleeping. I am a police officer and your kid is in New Jersey and she said she came with her friends and they all are sixteen except one and drunk too. You have to spend lots of money for this issue and your child with learners permit crossed your state and came here and she drove here.
Annie felt like as if she will faint. She went to the room of Jenna. The window was opened and a rope was tied to the radiator grid.
Annie got in to the car and drove to New Jersey and picked up Jenna and few tickets saying driving without full license, driving at increased speed at an inclined weather and drunk.
I got in to the car. You are not my mother I told her in the worst grumpy way I can possibly say. Annie told me that she understands it well and said thank you to me.
Annie drove to my grandparents house and asked me to ring the call bell. I rang the call bell and grandmother opened the door and told me Annie is not equivalent to my mother which is their daughter.
My dad came next day and he was so busy with something and did not want me to go with him to stay with Annie. I am happy I told to my father.
A social worker came next day to my grandparent’s house. My dad signed some papers. Social worker explained to me that I am a foster kid and I will be with Mr and Mrs. Charlie until eighteen.
I agreed to them and all paperwork was set. Mr and Mrs Charlie visited me the next day. A week after I was transferred to the Charlie couple’s house as a foster child.
I asked my dad whether Annie can visit me. My dad said no at least for now. I asked him why and he told me Annie is not my mom. I asked dad whether I have not any previleges to talk to Annie like that and she is not my mother in reality also. My father told me Annie did not want me to go to foster home but he is the one wanted mainly for safety. I hated my father that minute until now and now I am forty years of age with two teenagers and a loving husband.
Now I am at his funeral and I really wanted to say in my speech that he is not my father. When I looked at Annie I delivered the speech as my father was strict but a loving father to both Jonathan and to me and sighed.