The love of parents.

Two's Company Threes a Crowd (even though one was too many)

My youngest sister was born January 31, 2003. 

To a mother who couldn't even take care of the children she already had

And a man who chose drugs over bills. 

I had hoped that when she was born our mother would see that things really need to be better. 

But I believe that is was finally the occurance that sent her over the edge. 

I was 9 years old, raising my 6 month old sister, parenting my 7 year old sister. And making sure my mom didn't die choking on her own vomit. 

Then baby daddy left. 

And Hell got even worse. 

The power went off. 

Mother didn't realize money should go to bills before bongs

Showers got cold

Food was saved at lunch to feed the baby. 

But mother had plenty of power, stolen from the neighbors, to power her tv, fridge, and computer. 

But not once was that shared with the three of us. 

4 months this continued.

Until I woke up to a rat cuddled up next to me

And I told my dad's girlfriend. 

Baby sister went to my cousins

Oldest younger sister and I went to a man who didn't want us

And a woman who loved us more than anything.