Diamond in the rough

Come with me, and you'll see something

So let's be honest does anyone really remember the first few years of their life around infant age? I mean like without looking at photos?? No one?

All Kailee has is pictures from her father gave, that's the only way she could "remember" those times. Looked like happy times. Although something seemed off with mom and dad, they looked different. Unwell, bothered by my existence. Dad's eyes red, squinty, mouth so dry there's white foam build up in the corners of his mouth. Mom's cheeks are looking like they're sunken in, her eyes are droopy and her eye bags have eye bags. How they both glare at me like it was wrong of me to even think about being born.
she doesn't really remember these type of times but she does know what she was feeling, what she was doing, how she was acting also certain topics, smells, songs, objects will trigger something.

Growing up it was Kailee, her twin(Kiara), father(Gary), and mother(Shelby). Just four of them for a while, that is until Shelby and Gary  split. See they never got married and they would always joke and say it was because of Gary having "Elvis Presley" hair but your guess is as good as mine. Then the whole step mom and step dad came into the picture. Best of both worlds, it gets more ironic later on, trust me. Both sets of parents aren't really getting the participant ribbon. From being in and out of Child Protective Services(CPS) from the age of three to ten. Age ten to thirteen rough few years literally, couch surfing, switching between parents, staying with teachers I thought of as mother figures. Then being stuck in the system from 13 to 16. Finally at the surprisingly age of 16 my twin and I were adopted, we legally changed our names and everything. We were adopted by a lesbian couple who fostered us along with many other teenage girls. A lot of tension with seven other girls in the house not counting me and Kiara. Rough patch through the fostering part as well. BAM ADOPTION!
Then life decides to go another round with at this time is Kye since we've washed our hands with that Kailee chick. Shit happens with the adoptive parents, I think jail might've slipped in there at least  at least two times. I know juvie was a many times visit. Grippy sock vacations were always fun. Toxic, abusive relationships through out late teens, early young adult years. Jumped from friend to friend couch surfing. Now we in a somewhat stable setting.
Before we get too much into the "stable setting" we need to talk about what brought us where we are in life now. Sometimes the journey to get where you want to go is better than destination.