Scars

The begging: Birth to toddler

This is the begging. The start. The part where everything is fine. Obviously I can't remember my own birth but I've heard stories. Many of stories. But I can tell you for sure that I had a happy childhood, birth to toddler, I was always smiling. There wasn't a single worry in the world to me. I would be running everywhere and talking all the time. My personality was very happy, all the time! As for my life, it wasn't the best. Even as a toddler. Mom took me home and I lived with my mom and dad. They would take a lot of pictures and videos of me, as if they were so proud! But what the camera didn't catch was when mom would sit around the table with her friends around, doing drugs while her child sat in the same room playing with her toys. The camera seemed to capture everything else. Except the fights too. It never captured that or the time that my parents wouldn't be around. Mom left for a day. Then another. She didn't come back until a week past. She walked in and my dad went for a hug but instead she grabbed her bag and left again. She came back but then dad left.  It was an early age that my parents split up. I was about 2 and a half to 3 years old. My parents were having bad fights to the point where they would be throwing knives across the room.  Mom would leave with me and stay somewhere while dad cooled off for a while sometimes. Other times, dad would take me and go somewhere away from mo so she can cool down. Or most often, someone other than my parents would take me. Most the time, grandparents. But no matter what happened I always had a smile. I just wish my little self knew what would happen next.