Where life began

Birth 06/05/2002

I was born on wednesday june 5th,2002. My mother suffered from a miscarriage before me, my sister would have ended up with a brother but here i came;which would be considered a rainbow baby. Since the day i was born my parents were crazy about me clearly my dad as well because five days later is my mothers birthday and my dad ended up forgetting her birthday. My parents always wanted me to grow up in a home so my dad did just that. They were young but still did everything that they needed. My mother used to to tell me there were times were she would go to bed hungry because they needed to spend money on me. Sleepless
nights and overworking to make sure me and my sister had everything we needed. I remember my dad telling me the story that they had a real life ghost living in the house that hated my dad. He said one day he was sleeping on the couch and he felt something jumping on him and he opened his eyes and nothing was there and looked around and everyone was sleeping. He also said the temperature would rise up to were it would be freezing cold. As years went by my parents always provided me with everything i wanted. Every friday we would go out to eat and they even let me bring my best friend at the time. As i got older i would understand my parents fought a lot to the point id cry myself to sleep. i remember one night it was halloween (my favorite holiday) and my dad was working late so nobody wanted to wait for him to come and trick or treat so we decided to go and we got home and i could tell by my dads face he was livid. After everyone left my dad started throwing everything and breaking everything and i heard screaming, me and my sister hid in the closet and she told me my mom died and we have to call the cops (which she didn't). My dad ended up leaving and leaving my mom to pick up the broken. pieces. She went through a lot but we were too young to help out. My dad had a drinking problem where he couldn't control the things he did and say and would forget about it the next morning but that's no excuse,my mother remembered everything. Soccer use to be my favorite sport until i broke my arm TWICE, after that i tried different sports but was always breaking a bone. I didn't have too much friends in elementary,felt like i didn't belong . I was always comparing myself with everyone and trying to fit in but couldn't because i was different.