Eventually that led to a divorce and yet another loss in my life. My step-father had been the only steady adult figure in my life and now he was gone
I was born in 1998. In 2001 Isabella was born, then in 2004 Joshua came along. Both of them changed me in small ways, but they paled in comparison to how the brother I got in 2008 changed me. His name was Zachary. I was only nine when I first met him and he already had me wrapped around his little finger.
I had two siblings an older brother and a younger sister, I was the middle child. My father left while I was the age of one, my family had to work twice as hard to survive, for my mother’s job was not well paying. After two years of struggling my mother died from tuberculosis, my brother also died from the wretched disease. Me and my sister were split up when we were adopted, I went with the Allans while she went with the Mackenzies. I grew up in a nice home me and Frances than I did John, in 1815 we moved to England where I was educated.
and then was court ordered to move in with my mom, things changed. I know had a little half-brother who would grow up to be my best friend. Throughout high school I would turn to my family in support with bullies and petty girl drama. They were my rock. My Junior and Senior year were the toughest emotionally.
Avery and her husband Bill adopted me when I was one so they're the only parent's I really remember. Avery and Bill treated me just like their own, then Amy was born and we were truly a happy family, but all good things never seem to last. When I was 12, and Amy was 5, Bill left on a trip for his job, we all said our goodbye's at the airport, and he promised to be home in a week. That night we got a phone call, a storm unexpectedly came in and the airplane Bill was on received some damage, and crashed, their was no survivors. Now nearly 6 years later, Avery decided that we needed a change and moved out of our home in Denver Colorado, to go farther west to a small town in Oregon called Wolf Creek.
The transition from eighth grade to ninth grade is one of the most difficult but unforgettable things a student must do in his adolescence. For me, it was filled with new opportunities of taking Ap classes and joining clubs. One of these cubs was Youth and Government (Y&G). For as long as I can remember my brother, Riad, has boasted about how amazing Y&G is and how it has changed his life. My brother is three years older then me, so as a freshman he was a senior in Y&G.
My brother and I were playing outside with the dogs and my dad was pulled out of the house by people I didn’t know at the time and pulled out of our lives. When I was seven I found out that he was in jail and why but also that my mom had a boyfriend that at the time was trying to take my real dad’s place as a father. At first he was nice and kind but then he started to hit my brother, sister, and me.
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.
The 1980’s was decades ago, but it felt like yesterday. Thinking back, my memories of the clothing fashion were very colorful, with big hairstyles, and music videos were important. Those were the positive and happy memories of my teenaged years, during the 1980’s era. However, life drastically changed during my high school years, and it became a stressful life. Having to overcome the stress from, school work, extra hormonal changes, and telling everyone about a baby on the way, was emotional and scary.
When I was 6 years old, I was adopted by my current family. This has been an obstacle in my life because as a young girl I was placed in many foster homes. I did not have a solid foundation or family to call my own; I was unaware of what
In my brief life, I have overcome a lot of adversity. My mom fled Mexico with her three young children to escape domestic violence. When we came to this country we had only a few personal belongings and the promise of a better future. We came to this country and lived in a small trailer with no toilet other than a bucket, and no shower except for the one that was lent to us from the kindness of a stranger, our new neighbor. As a single parent, my mother had to work day and night to support us.
Occasionally, my dad would sleep in a different room in the house. One day shortly after the end of my fourth grade year, when what was to be a summer to remember, my mom broke the news to me and my brother. It had ended. Mom and dad were getting divorced. I remember feeling shocked and confused.
When I was in the third grade, my parents sat my brother and I down and announced that they were getting a divorce. Most children would have been shocked or devastated by the news, but I wasn 't; I was actually excited. Sadly, I was unaware of the trials and tribulations a divorce entails, especially one that last 8 years.
It had already been 10 months since I first saw Aika. I didn’t realize then but at first sight, I had fallen for her. The image of her resonated with me for days. The journey immediately following my settlement became another one to find her. When I noticed her in a street market near the seashore, browsing the shells that she would prepare for dinner, I grabbed her and asked her if she wanted to be friends.
I still remember July 31, 2015 like it was yesterday. I was lying in bed at five in the morning, contemplating the day I had ahead of me on a warm summer morning. Hearing a knock on my bedroom door, my mom walked in and whispered that she was leaving for the hospital with my dad. All I could manage to do was hug her. My mom was scheduled to be induced to have my youngest brother, Andrew.
