All About the Author- Me (anyoneknowme)

My Early Years-From Birth to 5 Years Old

During my moms pregnancy my mom had a lot of stress. My parents really didnt have a connection. They really only got married because my  dad got my mom pregnet. Other than that i dont know why else they would get married. My mom always worked really hard. She was a hard worker. She always keeped trying even when she failed a BILION times. While my dad on the other hand he wasn't much of a worker at all. He was verry lazy. He barley did anything. Then my mom had me on October 9,2003 on a Thursday. After i came a long my parents tried to work things out because it was thier second child but honestly they couldnt. It just wasnt working. Then it was about a year later they had my little sister. She was born with 3 holes in her heart 😭😭. That year my parents struggled really hard because they always had to have someone make sure my sister was okay. After that i had turned 1 years old. My parents couldnt do a party because my little sister would need help. Then things started to get a little rough. My mom and dad started to fight and argue. My parents were a wreck. They would even fight to....😭😩😤. Not to long after that argurement. We had socail workers. They took us 3 girls from our house, they only close family we knew and from our parents. They put us in foster care. 😭😒. Me and my 2 other sisters started crying because we were in a house, with a new family, and new poeple we didnt know. I actually cant remember their name because i was almost 2 years old, all i remember was what was going on. We were with that family for about 3 months in half because my parents fought to get us back. Then we went 6 months without ever there being an issue. But.....then they had a brake out. They started arugueing and then fighting. And of course we got tooken away again for the second time. I was three by then and my little sister was two and my older sister was  five years old. My sisters were crying and so was i because we left them again. We stayed in a new house again with a nice rich family they had a mansion with toys and gifts, lots of food, lots of candy. I couldnt believe my eyes. (And just let me tell you....it was around Chirstmas time when we got tooken away) There was gifts and plenty to do. They had a pool. They had a hot tub. They had just about everything. We got a lot of new things from then. I even got lots of new clothes. They were pretty cool back then. I had some nice shoes....tbh// i think they were Jordans. We stayed with that family for about 8 months. Then we went back to my mom and dad. We finally stayed there for about 1 year and a half. During that year i turned 4 and my mom was pregnet with my little brother. About 1 year after birth we got tooken away for the third time. It was horrible. I as the most mature one out of 3 girls took verry good care of my brother. He meant and still means a lot to me. Now this family was different, like i mean totally different from the other two that i was in before. This family was rich, lived in a mansion, had everything you could want....except for....a family bond. This family took good care of us but they didn't know how to spend time like a family. You know like: family outings, family dinners and just family time at all. Most of us kids just played with each other, jump in the pool, go to the park, eat what ever we wanted and basically just act like whate ever to. They were times though when i would cry because i wanted to have a family bond, but at the same time it was okay. We were with that family for my birthday i had just turned 4 years old. We had a huge party and "our" family came over and brought lots of presents. After New Years, we got to go back with our parents. From that point on my life changed forever. 😭 I got abused by my dad. My dad would hit my mom. My parents would start fighting and us kids would just cry because we were tramatized. They were moments when i even thought of running away, but then i remebered that my dad said " if you say anything to anyone, i will come and find you and get u". I till this day cant get those words out my head. Then i turned five years old. I thought things would have chnaged by then, but i was wrong. My mom stop fighting for what she thought was right. She stopped her hard working self. She was supper scared. Then, something bad happen to me. I was being unpatience because i was hunger and wanted an orange. But my mom told me to wait and i had already waited 2 hours or so just to eat. So i took matters into my own hands and grabed a paper towl and a butter knife ( now may i remind you i was five years old) and i started to cut the orange, what i didn't realized though is that i also stapped my self with a butter knife. So they called ambulance and they took me to the hospital, where there they put about 10-12 stiches on me. I thought that would even change my family but then i was wrong again....my life was upside. At times i even thought of killing myself. I was so little and already thinking that, but i had a reason to. From that point on my parents were not my parents. 

Sorry about this chapter being short. Well at least to me it was short. If u dont then here you are. Love you guys so much. 😘😘 

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