PLEASE HELP ME

I am a 6 year old little girl. I was taken from my Mommy by the court because I fell and got a black eye. I shouldn't have been jumping on the couch, how I wish I hadn't. I am just a little kid and did not know what would happen. They said my Mommy was guilty of child abuse because she told me to quit and get down instead of getting up and removing me from the couch. My brother, Bubby was there and told everyone what happened but it didn't matter. I have had to live with my Father and his family since then. I have to lie about my Mommy so many times. My Mommy and Grandma has spent lots of money to try to get me back. They have paid the lawyer (who does not stand up for me and Mommy much, (a mouse I think) and in a very touchy situation to change lawyers. They paid for a private detective to find where I live, it is so very far in the country and up on a big hill where I don't have any neighbors. Maybe that is why Ohio CPS didn't check out the doctor's and Mommy's report of bruises all over my bottom. My Mommy filed a domestic violence petition and the judge threw it out because someone came to court and said they worked for CPS and it was not true. The doctor didn't make it up, that didn't matter. Mommy paid for all the supervised visits (5 different supervisors) and all the visits were supposed to have gone well. Reports submitted, testimony submitted, but that doesn't matter. My step-mom came in one visit and said I told them that my Mommy touched me inappropriately during a visit that was supervised by a court approved supervisor! That didn't matter. My Mommy  paid for many drug screens because she was accused of using drugs. She passed them all. That didn't matter. She paid for and took a voice analysis test from a retired policeman that showed she never hurt me or abused me, that didn't matter. She wanted a polygraph, no go. My Father wouldn't agree, said he couldn't afford it. My Grandma and Mommy would have paid for his too, that didn't matter. I have had to tell my therapist and police lies on my Mommy. My Mommy and I got to have visits at a restaurant with my Bubby, unsupervised finally. Well on, I think the second one, I had to lie and tell people that my Mommy left the restaurant and took me to her house where her and a female friend sexually molested me, burned me with a cigarette and we went back to the restaurant. The police came and got my Mommy, my brother, and my Mommy's friend and took them to the police station for questioning. We never left the restaurant and Mommy did not burn me with a cigarette. Can't smoke in the restaurant either. I hate to lie on my Mommy but I have to. I don't know what else to do. My Grandma wants the Judge to let Mommy take me to a therapist that has no history, not tainted by either side so I can tell the truth. The Judge only let my Grandma talk one time. I am so afraid though. I have been going to the same therapy place my Father has kept me at since my Mommy was accused of molesting me 3 years ago. There was no forensic evidence, because she did not do anything, that did not matter that it was a lie.I didn't even know what those words meant until I went to live with my Father. This is sick. Of course, the therapy place will not admit they screwed up blaming my Mommy cause they are getting paid by the state and my Father and step-mother always say that I said all these things. Then I have to say them when I see my therapist. Why can't anybody see what is going on? I have had to lie for three years, you think I could be good at it by now? All these people are supposed to help me but they are keeping me here, I don't understand it. Everyone has allowed this to continue, aren't they supposed to be protecting me? Add me to the statistics Haven't there been enough cases of kids getting killed and finding out the system did not protect the kids? Hoping I live long enough, one day I will not be afraid anymore and will tell what has happened. I fear that because I have had to tell so many lies, nobody will believe me when I tell the truth. I know one day I will choose a good therapist because the past three years have caused me alot of trauma. I have been told so many horrible things about my Mommy, I am only six years old and don't know how to figure all this out. I want to be with my Mommy and Bubby but will my Mommy hate me for all the lies? My room is so pretty with Tinkerbell stuff Mommy keeps for me. All my holiday presents stacked on my bed until I can open them, but I have never been allowed to take anything back to my Father's house. I did take a doll last Christmas, I think because my Mommy's therapist took me to my Father's vehicle. I am a cheerleader and all appears well on the outside as it is supposed to. Please pray I can go home to Mommy real soon. Thank you for reading my story.