My Brother's Girlfriend

2~ I am a big girl now

This chapter is short. Sorry for the wait to my 13 readers haha ok here it is

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My life was no icecream sandwhich but it was't all mud pie.

I mean rather than the fact that my mom did drugs... and died, and my dad leaving us, it was great.

I had lots of good good friends and I still love up to this day.

When you think about it, anything that happens to you that is bad is a good thing. It makes you stronger.

Say daddy didn't leave us. Say he bought us a house. Not a house... Shit, a mansion. He gave us anything we want, when we want, and then bought us five more just for the heck of it. I wouldn't have goals. I wouldn't have the momentum to work.

I could say get rich or die trying... but a rich man doesn't go to heaven. Words from the Lord himself. Now saying a rich don't go to heaven is an understatement. If you get rich by doing your thug shit, killing people, selling drugs, and prostitution, then you better take your ass to church. But, if you earn the money, work hard go to college, and make a damn living. Then, welcome to enternal life baby.

All I know is I am a big girl now and I cant dwell on the past. I have cried over daddy leaving. I have cried over mommy dying and now I am over it.

Oh. About my mom-I didn't get around to that, did I?

I knew my mom did drugs. That's why daddy hit her. He didn't like the fact he was working to support a crack head, and her two crack babies. And I dont blame him. If you want to do your junkie shit, you go work for 14 hours straight, get your ass up, and make somthing of yourself.

Well, after my daddy left, my mom lost it-drinking, drugs, new 'boyfriends' going in and out the apartment. My mom got paid to... you know.

Even at a young age, I knew what was happening. That was her job. And what did she spend it on? Drugs!

For the next six months, we basiclly lived at Janalle's house. They were the best six months of my life. Believe that-good food, nice couch. I was very grateful for her parents. They were a little more weathly then us so they always got the real Kraft mac-n-cheese instead of the fake kind.

But it all came to an end. My mom over dosed on who knows what and died. I knew she wasn't the best mother but... damn she was still my mother... I still loved her.

And, ever sence then its been K, Janalle and I-the three musketeers. Of course, my brother and I got put in foster care. But when you go to foster care, it means care for yourself because no one here actually cares. All they care about is that check that rolls up in the mail every month.

But like I said before-every 'bad' experience has it silver linning.

No..gold lining.

I just need to work to find them.