It all started when I was little, the road to sadness and never ending torture. I never thought my childhood would be different from the others. I never thought I'd look at everyone and feel envy and wish I had what they had. No, not their clothes, hair, body or stuff like that. I wish a had their family.
When I was born I could've died, while my mom was in labor. Little did they know the umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck. Sometimes I wish I died then, I wouldn't have to the deal with the horrible, deceiving world today. But I didn't die, they saved me. I don't remember much as a baby, except I was the biggest little trouble maker. Over time I grew and began to realize things were wrong. My mom was less active and always in pain. I didn't understand what was happening, I ignored it and went to my normal day activities. As time went on I took more caution towards my own mother, I soon began to question her. I remember asking her "Mommy, why don't you come play with me anymore?" And seeing her upset face tell me she didn't feel good. Considering I was little I thought maybe she had a cold or something, but no. It was much worse then a cold.
I finally grew up enough to comprehend what was happening. I asked my mom why she was sick for so long. she finally set me to the side and told me she was diagnosed with progressive multiple sclerosis. She told me it shuts down the body and that she will be okay. I believed her and went away upset and confused. I remember her words bothering me for weeks. I didn't know what to do but I went through everyday like normal and was being a kid. I moved from New Jersey to Pennsylvania and when I got to Pennsylvania I began to remember more. I remember it being a nice day, sun shining, blue skies and fluffy white clouds. we walked in through the doors of my new home. I had a funny feeling about the house and swore I heard music playing before we even unlocked the door. But we went in anyway, we ate some sandwiches and began unpacking. Once all was well and settled we just lived as we did in New Jersey. A few months later I knew my mom was bad and she could barely walk. I remember her getting up to drive my brother to school and me home alone, crying and praying she would come home okay.
