After our mother passed away it was just me and my three half siblings. Shortly after my dad went to jail.
My aunt fought for us to live with her but knew she didn't have the room and her hand was forced to compromise. She agreed to let us stay with her mom(our gma) instead of us going to stay with our other aunt. I lived with my gma for two years after that.
I have very few memories of my time spent there but that's okay.
The day came when my dad got out of jail and he got his own apartment. My sister and I stayed over there a few times. My brother and oldest sister never did.
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FLASH BACK
We were over at my dad's apartment sitting on a pullout couch watching tv. There was a knock on the door and a woman named Christy came in. She brought cookies for my sister and I to share. We spent the night at his place.
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That's all I remember from that night. Though Christy actually ends up coming back into my life a few years later. She is still a very big part of my life right now.
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MY UNTOLD STORY
Non-Fiction‼️COMPLETED‼️ My true story. Read about everything I have had to face while getting to where I am now. This is not a book, this is my life. This story will have journal entries from my past and I ask that you not correct any errors on those as they...
