Let me tell you a story.. A story about a girl. This story begins when the girl was almost 6 years old.
Everything was fine, of course. Daddy's little princess using her imagination on the kitchen floor. Daddy got mad, told mother he would leave. It happened all the time, so the girl thought nothing of it. She knew for a fact that he would just pack his things, and come back within two hours. She stood outside, and waved her daddy goodbye, never knowing this was the last time. She waited for days, days turned into months. She cried her eyes out, thinking something bad had happened. "Why is daddy gone? Did i do something wrong?" She pondered on her thoughts, each and every day. She grew older, and learned more about the things happening around her. She helped her mother take care of her brother, only 2 years younger than she was. Mom would leave in the middle of the night, saying she would be back. But never returned until dawn. She brought men home.. Strange men. Some brought the little girl and her brother toys. Others wanted nothing to do with them. The mother would tell her children to go play whenever she was home. They did as told, and as night came the 8 year old girl would sing her brother to sleep. She told him that no matter what happened, she would always be there, that she would find their father and everything would be happy again. The brother believed everything, and smiled throughout all of his days. By the time the small girl was in 2nd grade, her mother had found a "replacement" as the girl called him. He was tall, short haired, and Mexican. The girl knew there was something strange about the man, so she kept her distance. Her mother had found a job, and she was having a new child with the strange man. When the girl was only in 4th grade, everything was going wonderfully for her mother. She had the family she had always wanted. Or so it seemed. The daughter started keeping to herself more and more. She was being bullied at school, and abused by her step father at home. She told no one because she wanted her mother happy. She never had friends, but told her mother she did anyway just so the mother would be proud. Her brother was also happy, he had forgotten about his father and started calling the short haired man dad.. The girl was disgusted. All she wanted was her mother to be happy, but she also yearned to have her father back. An incident happened with the girl's step dad. It caused the girl to fight until the strange man went away, hopefully forever. Her mother had a divorce, witch tore her apart. The mother started smoking, drinking, and going out to parties. Leaving the girl to watch her baby sister and her younger brother. Her mother kept trying to find, "the one", but never succeeded. So she just settled with white trash named Chad, and another, Steve. The girl was confused. How could her mother think that was prince charming? When the girl was 12, her mother was sent to jail because "prince charming" had meth. She was let out a day later, but not Mr. Perfect who refused to tell the truth. 13, the girls mom is pregnant. The baby is due anytime in November.. It's October. The girl cries every night, and every day. Why you ask? The girl's mom has a whole in her heart. She wasn't even suppost to have her 3rd child. No matter what the girl says about her mother, deep down she loves her. Never doubt that.
That girl is me.. I've lost my father, and i have a high risk of losing my mother. It turns out my real dad died in 2006. My mom refuses to let my grandma have custody, witch means i might go into a foster home. Foster home means i lose absolutely everything. I do have a choice to get to know the strange man.. And live with him again. But i would rather not live in a household where im beaten numb.. So this my friends, seems to be the end of my story.
