My life. I guess.

Before and when i was born.

So, I guess I'll tell you a little or a lot about what's happened before I was born.

First and foremost my mom had her first kid when she was about 16 years old, his nickname for us would be piri or biri for English. The person whom she has her first child with was a good person at first but then became abusive. So here we are in 1991 September 22nd. Piri was very big, so in order for my mom to have him they had to give her an emergency C-section. Then he came into the world. So fast forward some years his dad was abusing my mom and she ended up wanting to leave him, but before that my brother had been diagnosed with a Mental illness I believe is called schizophrenia.

Which from my brother's perspective he could see and hear things that weren't really there, sometimes even people around him talking about him badly even though they really weren't. "What'd you say punk!" Said piri when as he walked by some kids and "Heard" them say he was fat.

Then while my mom wanted to leave my brother's dad, my brother couldn't handle that easily just because he'd been with his father for a while. Then he'd gotten diagnosed with some type of anger issues and had to take anger management. Moving forward from that my brother's father ended up passing away, Which how id he pass? I am not able to say because I myself do not know. But by the time Piri's father past away my mom was already pregnant with her second child.

His nickname for us is Goldo or Gordo for English. So my brother's had no father anymore. But little did they know months past that, their mother would leave too. I'll give my mom a name for on here and let's call her Betty, Betty had to go live with our grandmother (who we'll call Mary) again but could not take the trauma from our grandmother anymore.

So she left.

And left her 2 sons behind.

So by that time Piri and Goldo had been being raised by my grandmother which wasn't the best for them either.

"tu madre te dejo por las calles." Which in translation to english is "Youre mother left you for the streets." Like who would say that to to their grandkids who hadn't even hit double digits in their age. Moving past that Betty was in jail for stealing from stores. Then when she'd gotten out she met a man. Who's my sisters father, and we'll call him Byran. Betty had fallen in love with Byran, though he was not who she thought he was.

After a little bit Betty got pregnant with my sister and we'll call her Kayla.

But as Betty was pregnant of her Byran had become an addict. And a drunk. So then Betty gives birth to Kayla. "Hello my sweet.. babygirl.." Said Betty as she got to hold her baby. So fast forward by 2 years boom. Betty was pregnant with her 4th child. Whom we'll call Jayde. And she gives birth to Jayde as well. But by then Byran had been so mad Betty didn't want him to be around them so he didn't abuse them too, She left him.

And in return he called DCF on her. Then she gets her 2 precious daughters taken away from her and sent with their father whom didn't ever seem like the best parent.

"Dad! I got a scratch from outside" Kayla said after she fell while playing outside.

And when she told her father, Byran was already drunk. And still drinking. So of course.

He poors beer on her cut. "Ow daddy that hurts!!" Kayla says while crying. "Oh shut up at least it'll get better." So she sits there crying on the couch because her scratch burns the living hell out of her after the beer was poured.

Going past a very long time Kayla and Jayde are now, maybe about 10 and 12. When their father Byran had been in and out of the house leaving them with his Girlfriend, I am not giving her a name. Because I dislike her. So as he does that Jayde grows up with a smart mouth and always talks shit to Byran. Until one day he couldn't take it anymore and he'd sent both Jayde and Kayla back to Betty's apartment. Now of course she only has a one bedroom.. but she was the best mom to her kids.