Written In The Past

My Parents.

Hi i'm Amari Tsyni Rasheed. I was born in Fulton county Georgia by Frishawn Rasheed/Quinn and Yusuf Rasheed. Born a child of unknowing, not knowing what my life has for me. A  innocent baby. Just happy to be alive. Hoping that her life is going to be something great. Little did i know i wasn't going to have that. 

The first memory i recall having is when i was two years old and having my mom at the hospital about to give birth to my baby sister. Of course im jealous I thought i was going to be the baby. My older sister Takijah is two years older then me. She was there to. On the inside i was excited for the little shit to be born, But on the outside i had to show a feeling of nothing. Growing up with my sisters i felt as if i couldn't compare to them. I felt different. I felt like i didn't belong, but i kept it covered with happiness and being an ass to everyone. I always loved them with all my heart. Nothing could change that.

My dad he was something else. Him and i have never been close. But he was still my dad. He's not like every other dad he didn't leave us until we were older. But he is still in our lives in a small way. even though he cares more his new family he still cares a bit for us. I remember times where he would run after us and making us laugh, Making funny voices and just being silly. Hes a klutz i guess that's where i get it from. He worked in many different professions from store manger to camera man to being his own boss. Hes a great man. But when we got older he started to distance himself from us. We would talk to each other about what is going on with him. We were worried. Then him and mom started to argue more and more. Then the day came where Mom,Takijah,Nyasia, and I didn't live with him any more. The girls and i were so confused "Mommy why do we live far away from him?" I would ask my mom all the time. After a while she stopped answering my questions. Then the sad day came where he called us and told the three children that he raised that they were getting a divorce. I heard my mom cry for hours. .

My mom is her own story. Born March 5th 1973. She is loving,caring, and everything i could ever ask for. I took that for granted. Once we all came to grips that my dad and her were separating she fell into a depression. But we were to young to know what was going on. We moved to Leeds,Alabama We loved it there. We were so happy, we had forgot all the sadness. Nothing could remove this joy from us. We had everything we needed. My mother gave us everything we could have waned she has a disability called Cerebral palsy which is due to abnormal brain development, often before birth. But she never let that get her down. She is the strongest woman i will ever know. Shes beautiful,smart and just plain all amazing. Any man would be lucky to have her. She's my best friend. I can tell her anything with out her judging me. She accepts me for all my faults. Whenever i'm down she makes sure i have a smile on my face. Never looking the other way from My sisters and i. I Can never ask for a more wonderful woman.