Chapter 1. The beginning
It was a long summer day. My family and I were moving to a small city in California. My family consisted of my dad, my mom, my brother and my sister. We moved not too far from where we were living and we were told it would be better for us. As I got older I realized they weren't being completely honest. I was going into the fifth grade when we moved. I made friends quickly and adjusted well. My sister and brother did also.
My dad worked at a glass factory since he was 16 years old. He worked his way up to Forman of the plant. He worked long days and nights to provide for us. He loved his family very much and would do anything for us. My mom worked as a waitress since she was 15. She loved us as well and was a great cook. She taught me many great recipes that I use today. My brother was a typical teenage boy who wanted to become a man as fast as he could. My sister was a free spirit who had a mind of her own and I was a girl who loved school and wanted to learn all I could.
My parents raised us to believe in the Christian faith. We went to church every Sunday for about two years. It was the best two years that I can remember that we had as a family.
We were a "happy family" for a while until the drama started up again! I can remember my parents arguing every night about money, the whereabouts of my mom and how lenient my mom thought my dad was on us. I remember this at our old house and it only brought back bad memories.
As the fighting continued we slowly stopped going to church and then we stopped completely and that's when we began to fall apart. My dad tried to please my mom by going to bars and hanging out late which left us home alone.
Chapter 2. Learning on our own
My parents began to go out more frequently which left me to take care of my sister and left my brother to grow up on the streets. My brother began to hang around the neighborhood gang and began to get into lots of trouble which eventually lead him down the wrong path of life. He started doing drugs and committing petty crimes. I used to look up to him because it seemed like he had it all! He had the respect at school and in the neighborhood which meant a lot in the ghetto. As his sister people in turn gave me respect. I had to grow up fast because my sister looked up to me for the basics. I used to make dinner almost every night and it made me happy to look at my sister and see she was taken care of. I took the role of a mother and a little part of me was happy to know I can do it but deep down I was mad at my dad for doing whatever my mom wanted just to make her happy. Which was a mistake because little did he know it would all bite him in the ass later on in life!
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