A Little Slow

This weekend, I had my neice. I must say it will be a while before I get her again. She showed out. I came real close to taking her home early. My neice is 8 and she is on the level of a kindergartener. I blame both her mom and dad (my brother). Her mom never did make out of the 8th grade. I can't even call her a high school dropout. Her brother and mom were high school dropouts. My neice leaves in a home full of failure. The grandfather is a crackhead. There has been a time of two when the drug dealer has come to the house and held everyone hostage until he was paid. The grandfather has even sold my neice's shoes and clothes so he can get his high. We all have told my brother time and time again that he could get sole custody with no problem. When my neice started school, she was out more days than she was in. The bad thing is, she was going to school right around the corner from her house. Her mom was just too damn lazy to get her up and dressed. No one in that household is trying to encourage her to do well in school or trying to help her. She cannot count to 20, write out or recite the alphabet. My brother gets mad, but he isn't helping. If he was so concerned, he ought to spend more time with her and help. Everytime he gets her, she ends up with me.