I don't really know how to start this, so I guess each chapter will go by whatever. But I'll get out the basics first. Hi, my name is Kayla, middle name Chyan and last name Jackson. I'm starting this story at age 14 which is my age for now, but I will commit to continue this story as the years roll by. I will turn 15 on February 1st of 2018.
First year in high school so obviously I'm in the 9th grade. And I have decided to make this life story as a way to relive and reflect on my past(mostly the bad stuff) so I can get over some of the things that have happened. Basically, this is my way of letting go or temporarily getting over this stuff. I started remembering moments of my life when I was 4, so I'll start there.
Throughout, half of my innocent years of childhood, I'd say I was more of the carefree but also loving and happy type child, as most kids are. I have three siblings, two brothers and one sister, all three of them don't live with me and my parents, mostly because we all have different mothers, only thing that kept us some what close at that time was our father. I was always around one of my brothers, I don't want to site his actual name so I'll call him Jay. Jay was my favourite brother, since my other and oldest brother, we'll call him Boy(cause he doesn't deserve any kind of respect cause he's a fucking asshole which you'll find out why later on) was never around and never wanted to be around me and my parents.
By the time I turned 5 or 6, Jay started to stop coming around. Due to me only being in kindergarten and ignorant to the truth, I never noticed or questioned why Jay stopped coming around. Only time he ever came around was either Christmas or rarely it was for his birthday. Then it later got to a point where he stopped talking to my dad completely and hasn't even bothered to come see him or anything. Not even a fucking phone call or text on Father's Day.
My mom and I believe that the reason Jay doesn't talk to my dad anymore is cause of his mom. Ever since my mom and my dad have been together and he got my mom pregnant(with me ofc) Jay's mom has been kinda yk holding grudges against my parents for it and we started to believe that his mom has been "brainwashing" Jay into thinking that he needs to hate my dad for the rest of his life and shit. My dad still has to pay child support for him and once Jay is out of high school, then that's it for my dad having to pay for kids he doesn't ever get to see or have in his life.
I was probably 7 or 8 when I found out that I had a sister. From then until now, she's the only sibling that I got to be close to. Even though she doesn't live with us and she doesn't come around often. She was really the only sibling that actually put an effort into wanting to see our dad, even if her mom was disagreeing with it.
Now onto the biggest detail that basically changed my life. At the age of I guess 6 or 7, maybe younger, I found out my grandma had breast cancer. Of course, me being the youngster I was, I didn't know or understand what it was. While I was in kindergarten, my mom had told me that my grandma had gotten surgery to take her left breast off which was the breast that was containing the cancer. And again, I still didn't understand. But as the years went on, I started to understand more. And the more I grew up, the more terrified I got of losing her. Especially since we found out that the cancer had spread so she had to go back into treatment and radiation. She survived breast cancer, which we all thought was the end of that battle and it's like we had to start all over again.
Part 2 is coming in a bit guys :) sorry for the wait! Love y'all <3
