That was one thing i hated the most to see my mom start this made me so mad. I hate her. I can't explain how I felt. It was like everything changed and I couldn't do nothing about it. I would see many people wondering why she did that. I couldn't tell them my mom was crazy. After that I fell in to complete darkness. then I would see her be mean to my grandma. She would do everything to hurt me and she knew how much she hurt me. After she would hurt me, she would start to say sorry and it's not her fault it was the black man. When I went back to school some girl knew I was going through some stuff but they ask me anyways "what's wrong with your mom". After she said that I just ran because I couldn't tell them, they wouldn't understand. I had no one to tell me it's going to be ok. It was just me. No one knew how I felt, how I became broken, that I need help, I need someone more then anything.
______few days later__________
My aunt came home with a dog. When I saw her I knew that she was the one who could fix my heart. We named her shorty. I have never love someone so much in my life. To me it was like she was my world. I was happy and shorty I can thank for that. With her I became more happy. Like I could face the world, like I could do anything,or like no one can hurt me again. When my mom would start to say mean things to me the first place I went to was with my dog. She brought out the brave in me.
