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Isha Walyd: A Short Story

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My story My name is Isha Walyd, am, 29 years old and I have-four kids 3 girls and a boy. I would like to tell you a little about me starting from the beginning. My life as I know it started off good my mother was a good mother until one day she met the wrong man who was always getting in to bad things. But she never forgot about her kids she always made sure we was good. One day he was dealing drugs to an undercover cops. When the cops came my mother was there and she went to jail for keeper of a drug house they gave her six long months, While she was gone it was hell. We moved from house to house we never got to see her. We stayed with my auntie me and my two brother and my very sick grandmother we hand to stay in one bedroom together. We couldn’t play or move around the house as we please. One day CPS came to get us we had to hide in the basement that night it was a blizzard outside we had to walk 10 block to my other auntie house. My grandmother became very sick after that but life got just a little better. My mother got to come home a little early because she gave …show more content…

I started to hanging around this guy we grow up with he had just got out of jail and we spent a lot of time together. One day we decided to be with each other and that was a bad ideal I got pregnant right away I was so mad at myself my son wasn’t even 1 years old yet and here I am having another baby. But we stayed together even got a house together I was still working so we was doing ok and he was making money too. Until I found out he was sleeping around I had to fight girls was coming up to my job and everything but I still stayed with him A year later I had another little girl and that was the end I could deal with him anymore I moved back with my mother with my four kids and never looked back. He would say he was coming to get the girls and never show up to get them that made me feel bad like I did something

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