Like a storm, my world has been shaky and damaged, but when it all comes down to it, in the end there will be a clear sky and maybe even a rainbow. Fights, divorce, prison, home, prison, house arrest, and amongst it all, the lies are all a part of my world. Everyone has their own little world, consisting of the people close to and around them, mainly consisting of their family. In my own little world I have my dad, my mom, my Grandma Janet, and my four siblings Erin, Lillian, Stevie, and my half-brother Stetson. The world you come from will affect your dreams and aspirations in a way, but no matter what kind of family you come from, that doesn't have to define you as a person because I have overcome the idea that it has to establish who I
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Because my mom was with child, she and my dad got married, them thinking it was the right thing to do, for the child that is. Now you can imagine with a start to a marriage like that, there would have to problems, but that’s not just it, my dad was a drug purveyor at the time and my mom was a user, complete and utter junkie and that’s how they met; Romeo and Juliet at its best. I think the earliest age I remember my parents being together is six years old, all I can remember is having to go to trap houses and my parents yelling and arguing non-stop. Imagine being such a young age and forced to tag along to a house that when you first walk in, the smell knocks you out and it’s so clouded with smoke you can barely distinguish where you’re …show more content…
In two thousand ten August forth, the judge signed the divorce papers, the day of my little sister Stevie’s fifth birthday, what a great gift right? But it was more than just a divorce to me, it was the point in time that I became the kid from a broken home that I realized I could never go back to who I was before. It was also when I had to grow up and give up a portion of my childhood so my sisters could have a good one. Momentarily after this harrowing experience my dad was imprisoned. At that time my sisters and I had already moved into my Grandma Janet’s house. Shortly after, my mom went to prison for the same things my dad did. Then my mom came home on bail leave and promised she would stay with me for one last birthday before she had to go back. I should have known that was a desolate promise because she’s never fulfilled her promises before. That being an empty promise, my mom went back to prison and it will be a long time before I see her again. My dad has been out for a while, and that will bring us to today; a couple of weeks ago, my dad was put on house arrest at my house, he is now sleeping on my
Because my mom was with child, she and my dad got married, them thinking it was the right thing to do, for the child that is. Now you can imagine with a start to a marriage like that, there would have to problems, but that’s not just it, my dad was a drug purveyor at the time and my mom was a user, complete and utter junkie and that’s how they met; Romeo and Juliet at its best. I think the earliest age I remember my parents being together is six years old, all I can remember is having to go to trap houses and my parents yelling and arguing non-stop. Imagine being such a young age and forced to tag along to a house that when you first walk in, the smell knocks you out and it’s so clouded with smoke you can barely distinguish where you’re …show more content…
In two thousand ten August forth, the judge signed the divorce papers, the day of my little sister Stevie’s fifth birthday, what a great gift right? But it was more than just a divorce to me, it was the point in time that I became the kid from a broken home that I realized I could never go back to who I was before. It was also when I had to grow up and give up a portion of my childhood so my sisters could have a good one. Momentarily after this harrowing experience my dad was imprisoned. At that time my sisters and I had already moved into my Grandma Janet’s house. Shortly after, my mom went to prison for the same things my dad did. Then my mom came home on bail leave and promised she would stay with me for one last birthday before she had to go back. I should have known that was a desolate promise because she’s never fulfilled her promises before. That being an empty promise, my mom went back to prison and it will be a long time before I see her again. My dad has been out for a while, and that will bring us to today; a couple of weeks ago, my dad was put on house arrest at my house, he is now sleeping on my