Tough

The Child in Me

Dear diary,
Do you ever wish you could just go back in time ? To when you were a child? Remember that simple time when things didn't matter. You didn't have to worry about bills, putting food on the table and having a stable income. For me, I don't recall one time in my life where I didn't have to worry about where my next meal came from, how the lights were going to stay on or about social services splitting up my family. I live with four of my sisters. Alexis,13, is only two years younger than me. She plays in the schools marching band . Then there's Cheyenne, who's 11 and plays basketball. I think she's going to be a star athlete. There's also my sister Kaitlin who's only seven. Last but not least, there's Brianna. She's the baby, she's very spoiled.
The rest of my family isn't much. My mom's coke whore who left us to fend for ourselves.
My dad was a no show. He's some European "rock star" that I've only met twice. Did I mention I had a twin? Her name is Jocelyn. My mom didn't want two babies so my father's mother took my twin. My mother kept me so she could get child support. My mother has always been about money. My mother and father met while my father was vacation and they banged in a bathroom stall
Romantic, right? I was born in North Carolina, my early years of life I lived with my grandmother, April, she raised me on and off until I was 10. That's when we (my mother, sisters and I) moved to California. My mother was dating a guy that was originally from there, so we moved back with him.
Ever since I was 10, it's just been my sisters and I against the world. I have struggled everyday to feed my sisters. I barely keep the lights on. I don't know what I'd do without my sisters and my friends.