Feeling Hopeless in My Story

Where do I begin?
Since I was 8 or 9 I have raised my brothers.
I potty trained my 4 year old brother, Jaren.
Took care of him when he had the chicken pox because going to the doctors was out of the question.
Or the time he got a Lego stuck up his nose–that was an interesting predicament.
Our biological mother used religious exempt forms so that we didn’t have to get the routine shots for attending school.
She wasn’t one for the dentists either.
My youngest brother, Connor, has bad teeth.
Connor’s teeth are turning black.
His teeth are literally rotting.
Called Child Protective Services about it and many more attempts were made.
CPS knocked on the door.
No answer.
She would close all the curtains and slapped the boys if they weren’t quiet.
The usual.
CPS would eventually give up due to “lack of substantial evidence.”
If our biological mother did answer the door, she denied access to the home ruining the surprise visit.
On top of that, she was ready and prepared for the next casual stop by to the house. “Home-schooled” after the 5th grade.
She laid out all the unused text books.
It was so fake.
And disturbing how she got away with scamming the system.
I don’t want to come across like I’m bashing CPS workers but I feel hopeless with this system.
Connor has never been to a school.
He doesn’t know how to read.
That’s not fair to him.
Eventually, I started to teach my brothers sign language to give them some advantage.
Does anyone realize that educational neglect is a real and serious problem but goes unseen.
The world, country, state, and city knows nothing about my brothers.
Education is a mandatory tool in today’s society.
Connor has an unfair advantage compared to other 10 year olds.
He deserves the same equal opportunities.
But society is dishonoring him.
No one is speaking up for my 3 brothers.
My 3 brothers are bottled up inside a house not being educated, clothed properly, eating healthy, suffering from emotional abuse, and being persuaded into thinking the whole world is against them or being brainwashed into thinking that I don’t love them (in general as well).
But I do.
I love all 3 of brothers times a million.
The point is… I’ve raised my brothers to only leave them behind with our abusive biological mother.
I don’t know how to free them.
I can’t think of any way to help my brothers. “I raise up my voice-not so I can shout but so that those without a voice can be heard…we cannot succeed when half of us are held back.”
-Malala Yousafzai