I had kept seeing my birth dad. My birth dad had came and took me out to eat. I did not want to go with him at first but he did help bring me in this word. So I went with him with respect. I ended up having fun with him. I got to meet my step mother and my two step sisters. Then one day Chico had got put in the hospital a month before Christmas. Then a week before Christmas he got to come home. I was so happy that I got to spend Christmas with him.
One December 29,2009 Chico had passed away at home. I was at my grandmothers house when she got a call saying get over my mom's house because Chico had got rushed to the hospital because he was on his last lag. Then as he got to the hospital he had died. My mom had got a phone call telling her that Chico had died. Nobody would tell me what had happened. When they had told me. I had broken down. I was saying that I did not get to say good bye to the man who took me in like I was his own son.
A few months latter my two brothers, Peter and Tommy had got taken away because my mom had went crazy. I had never got to say good bye. I was living with my grandmother at the time so they did not take me away.
When I was 13 years old I could not take the pain away. I went to the next step and started doing weed. Weed took my pain away. Once I had started I could not stop.
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A Teen Boy's Life.
РазноеThis is a book a bout me. I am writing this book to show the teenagers out there that they are not the only ones that are alone.
