Some people think what happened to her when she was living with her other parents? Well, my parents were not very nice people. They were the really powerful in the city of Syracuse, New York. They were wanted by Manhattan PD, Brooklyn PD and many more. Why you make ask, they dealt drugs to under age kids, killed people for not paying them and they were just violent. I do not consider them my real parents because they were never there while I was growing up, sad but it is what it is. I love my life now, I wouldn't change it for the world. I live with my mom and dad, Carol and Benjamin. I had three brothers and four sisters, I was one of eight. I was the only adopted one, I was the youngest.
My parents were like my best friends, I could tell them anything and do anything with out them making a big deal about it. They could trust me with anything. I was a straight A and honor roll student. I was the track star, won state since i was in seventh grade. When I was ten years old to about fourteen, I visited them in jail, Sing Sing prison. It was a scary place but they need to do hard time since they were not very good people. They thought they were doing something good for the world.. Turns out it didn't work so well. I mean when I was able to understand what they did was dangerous and wrong, I hated them wanted nothing to do with them, but until that day I loved them and wanted to see them everyday at least twice. It hurt my adopted parents because they loved me very much and they thought that those people were hurting me..
On my last visit to Sing Sing, they were being moved to San Quentin prison in California. I saw them for three mintues, then the officers were putting shackles on and handcuffs.. That was the last image of my parents. My eyes still get that image every night before I went to sleep, on their birthdays, and even mine.. I was never really happy on my birthday because I wanted them there. Before I died, I never wanted to think they did all those awful things, I mean who would, their your parents no matter what and you have to love them.. When they left, I felt abandoned and no one knew my pain.. Not Carol or Benjamin, not my brothers or sisters.. I felt alone and when I died, I was still alone...
I tried so hard to want to be a hundred percent happy but I was a blond living in a red headed household, I was different and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't be happy...
I was and always would be alone...
