My name is Anzadele. I'm 18. My life sucks . My mom got killed 4 weeks ago.My sister is a orphan now and I live with my aunt who doesn't know how to care for me . My aunt can't have kids so she decided to take me in. They wouldn't let her take my sister Becky because " she's not qualified to take care of a 9 year old".
These past 4 weeks have been horrible. It's not the memories that make me sad it's that nobody cares that the memories actually mean something to me.
"Sigh".
I want to know what's going on with my body. I feel sudden strength. What is it ? My Aunt Ramona always whispers softly "what goes around comes around" Anzadele . Last week she told me I couldn't keep snooping around to see who killed my mom. So I said to he" Shut up you'll never be a mom to me. I hate you. You wouldn't be able to raise an ant" So she said" Who the ______ do you think you are? You should be lucky you ______ even have anybody. Your mom was a horrible sister". I yelled back"She wasn't my sister she was my mom. Without me you'd be alone. I started giggling feeling guilty" I mean you can't have kids.
