First day in Life
- Nov. 21, 2017, 8:33 p.m.
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Hi, my name is A at this moment in my book I was just born. My mother was in jail while my twin sister and i were born so my grandmother and step grandfather picked my up to raise me. From what I could remember i had a very happy child hood being raised by my grandparents. Up until I was 11 i actually though my grandparents were my actual parents. My grandma was white and my step grandpa Hispanic. Growing up you don’t see difference in color. I never question who my parents were because to me they were it. They were all i knew. Mom and dad is who they were to me and is who they always will be to me.
My mom (grandma) was diagnosed with breast cancer at some point while i was young. When you’re young you don’t get what is going on when something like that happens. All you know is that they’re sick.
My birth mother was released from jail when i was 3. She came to live with my four sisters and i including my mom and dad. In total I have 7 sisters and 1 brother so in total i have 9 siblings. Most of us have different dads and one sister is my grandparents daughter. At the time it was only 4 of my sisters living with me. When my birth mom comes to live with us my twin and i were told that’s our aunt. We’re young. We don’t think, we just believe.
I was 5 when i started to notice things like my mom wasn’t no longer cooking dinner or coming out of her room to eat. My birth mom was the one cooking dinner and cleaning the house now. It was rare to see my mom out of her room because of how sick she was getting but she fought to make everything seem okay so when she could be out interacting with my sisters and i she was. She was amazing. She was everything to me. I couldn’t be more proud to call someone my mom.
I’m gonna cut this entry short because i know it’s probably confusing. But this is the beginning. Everything was perfect. I couldn’t ask for more. The next chapter is where things take a turn. Stay tuned!
Brodie 💗 ⋅ November 21, 2017