A God Ideal "Part I"

Chapter Fifteen

My mom lost her leg.

My sophomore year of high school my mom had her leg amputated. She smoked. She was diabetic. She didn't really take care of herself.

Although it started with just the foot the doctor eventually had to take off the lower leg. And it wasn't even because of any of the reasons I said a minute ago.

When we first moved back to Illinois from Missouri my mom fell through a porch and tore her achilles and it never healed. It got worse. Leading to the amputation.

Now this time of my life was really stressful. From all the hospital visits, doctors appointments and ambulance calls, I missed alot of school.

My mom was now wheelchair bound.

She couldn't really do anything. Except maybe feed her cat.

My sister helped somewhat. She would cook her food and stuff. And what made it worse, was my mom favored me. I don't know why.

Like take for instance what she would do differently to us if we were to stay the night at a friends house.

With my sister, she would let her stay all day the next day. Just as long as she was home by dark. That's it.

With me, I would have to be home by 10 in the morning. Or she would call me to come home and take the trash out after I just left. This is a true thing.

Anytime I'd ask to stay longer, she'd get mad. I just didn't understand it. My mom favored me. But my dad favored my sister.

Oh well I guess. Life is life.

Now, how about a little background on my sister?

She was two years younger than me. Had different types of friends. She played the Tuba in band. She was never really good at sports. And she got pregnant at 16.

Yes. After being in church longer than me, she rebelled and got pregnant. But here's the kicker. She got pregnant by a 46 year old black man.

Now, him being black didn't bother me. I'm not racist. In fact, one of my best friends in school was a black guy named Dominic. So let's not play the race card shall we?

It was the fact that he's 30 years older than her. He got her to smoke, cigarettes and weed, drink, backslide, cuss, anything contrary to the mind of God. It got to the point that my mom had to call the cops on her because she was smoking it in her room.

By this time, I was pretty well into church. I was the drummer on the worship team and a drama team member. What I mean by drama is that we would take songs and either act them out or sign them (sign language).

So let's just say my sister and I didn't see eye to eye.