Jane

So ..After twenty-year separation I finally found my sister Jane. We talked a lot about our childhood, the forest home, and generally our lives after that. Here is a small part from our dialog.
Me: How did you know that they're gonna take me away?
Jane: Well, it was that night that I decided to bring you a candy bar I had stolen after the Christmas morning. When I came closer to your bunkbed , I heard them talking near the dormitory door. They were discussing the day that they were planning to take you away. I dropped your candy and ran to my bunkbed. I told to our brothers and we all decided to give it some time. We wanted to see where are they going to take you.
Me: But why didn't you run away that day? Why didn't you take me and just run away?
Jane: Because I wouldn't be able to take care of us. I wouldn't be able to find food for us, place to live...
Trust me, it was not easy to let you go, not at all. Knowing that I might never ever see you again made me sick.
It was better to let you go, knowing that you won't die from hunger and you'll be safe..
Me: Oh, Well, they took me to an orphanage where racism ruled (she laughed). It was not that bad, I survived somehow. Then I turned eighteen and they threw me out...
Jane: What did you do then?
Me: Well, I was a homeless person who couldn't find any job because wasn't educated. I slept under a bridge, during the day I was begging for money on the streets, there were days that I didn't even eat.
But one day a kind man offered me to fix his door and promised to give some money for that.
Jane: And you fixed the door?
Me: Obviously! And he gave me money: Then he offered to paint the walls in his house, again with the promise to give me salary. I did all the work and guess what? I got money.
After about a year I became an official employee of his house-building company.