My Life

The first 7 years of my life.

So, this is how my journey begins. My mother, at the age of 18 met my father whom was 21. She met him when she was in high school. When she met my father, she had just moved to Alaska. My mother and father became quick friends and were soon in a relationship.

Soon after their meeting, my father and mother moved to Oregon, to where i was consumed. Nine months later there was me, Haley Kay Trago. I was born February 14, 2002, i was born on the day of love. Two years after i was born, my sister was born and her name is Leota Jade Parker. She was born April 14, 2004. We (my mother, my sister, and I) lived in Oregon for 4 years of my life, and for three of the years of me living I didn't know my father. I never met my father until my 4-year-old birthday party.  I was confused about who he was, but it didn't really matter because I was 4 and I felt like a bad ass.

We are going to skip to when I moved to Alaska, for me this was the first time every being out of the state of Oregon.  We moved to Alaska so that my father could be close to his family. At this point, my mother was pregnant with her third and final child, my brother. His name is Shae Scott Parker. He was born July 3, 2006. Each of us were born 2 years apart, well minus my brother and i, we are 4 years apart.  While living in Alaska we had some struggles, and by that I mean my parents would go out and get wasted, then come home and fight for hours. This was hard to watch growing up, but it was even worse for my brother and sister to watch. I can remeber this one time my parents got into a fight, and my father hit my mom in the face, therefore causing her to fall down on the gravel outside. It was traumatizing to watch, but what made it worse was seeing my dad being taken away from me by the cops. It had turned out that my mother walked in 8 inch heels all the way to the police station and covered the story, thus telling the police where we lived and that was when my father got arrested. He was let out the next day, but everyone in my family was afraid of him. Sort of like he was a monster, like he was a horrifying creature that roams the earth.

What made the fighting and drink 10x worse, I started to self harm. At this point I was 7, my sister was 5,and my brother was 3.  Yeah, no one could believe that I used to self harm at a very young age. But anyways, the self harming got worse as i went into elementary school. I was bullied a lot for my appearance, or how i spoke. When I grew up, I grew up with a speech impediment, it made it harder for me to say certain words or phrases. But along with this fight and my self harming, my grades in school got worse,  and with every bad grade i had, came one more thing I would hit for. My parents, i wouldnt say we're drunks, but they drank a lot, which made it even more horrifying when I would be getting in trouble for my bad grades. So in the mess of having bad grades, self harm, my life got worse and I felt like giving up....i just wanted to die and never see the light of day again. Keep in mind, I was only 7 when this happened. And soon with all of this self harm, my parents found out....and it wasn't a very good thing when they found out.  I got beat more for, but the only thing my parents were too drunk to understand was that them beating me, and telling me i was worthless only made my self harm even worse.

Then, soon everything started looking out for the better and I stopped hurting myself and parents stopped beating me.  I was happy with life once again, but that all changed when we moved to Texas. I never got why we moved to Texas, my parents told me it was because my mother's parents lived down here. I was gradually pissed, and felt like my life was ending because i would be leaving my friends, whom felt like family.  I demanded that we couldn't leave, but i was only 7 and what my parents say goes.  Even though, I was not entirely fine with moving, this would be the story of a great new amount of friends, love, and happiness.