Mom, dad, and grandpa. Nobody got a king but there was nothing I could do at that age. Moving around back and forth, away from drugs, away from violence, yet it all came back just as bad as the first time.
Dawn, was 24 and I was 4 "Angelace, come on let's go see grandpa" I was afraid but I went along anyway. My grandpa Thomas had a long black beard, tan, black bandana l, leather jacket skull shirt, with a black background, and some jeans with a chained belt and knife on his back pocket.
It felt so awkward but when you don't understand right or wrong, you just don't know what to say. So you let it slide thinking it is ok. Sweating in fear being told "don't tell anyone"...
Waking up, scared. (Where is mom? why do I feel like this? Is this normal? Is this what family does?)
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Lost snakes
Non-FictionYou are only young, youth can never be as it seems, people are not who they may act to be. Family are not always family at heart. Mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, aunt, uncle. Trust is earned not given if you wanna hear my story follow plz, I wanna help...
