Momma got me back by the time I was 3 and a half. Because she kept doing the meth, it was more important. But that she got pregnant with my baby sister. Tiara Marie, it was her new husband's baby. Momma was so happy but I was pissed, momma started filling MY room with baby stuff, blankets and pillows, A stupid crib and new dresser. Momma just got me but wanted something newer.
I didn't talk to momma to her face for literally months, because I was so jealous after tiara was born I was a grumpy and sad little girl.
What no one knew was that momma used meth the whole pregnancy with tiara and wasn't to fond of getting clean after she had her either.
So it was my beginning for tiara and a new adventure for me. They gave tiara to grandma, and me to Angela. Same house just different guardians and situations. It was 5 months before momma realized she's done something really wrong. Tiara was rushed to the hospital her lungs filled with phnemonia liquids. She was gasping for air when they rushed her in the room, shoving tubes down my baby sister throat.
For once I prayed for my baby sister I was 4 and prayed that god protected her, because I actually like having a baby sister.
God did something better he got momma to get clean too, tiara lived but was in the hospital for 2 weeks. Momma sat by her bedside and cried and begged her for forgiveness. Momma didn't see me and I whispered "momma I forgive you." I hugged her while we cried looking at tiara.
Momma got us back and we went and lived in pahrump and lived by a park.
YOU ARE READING
My Broken Past.
Non-FictionI know this is a bit upsetting I recommend that if you have PTSD not to read it. Everything in this story is my life, all true stories just different names. I hope people can relate and know they aren't the only ones who have struggled and know the...
