My life story

My Parents...

     (Hello, I'm Gabby. I have never written a story or anything about me so please don't get mad or whatever.) 

     Let's talk about my parents. My Mom, Trisha, she was one of those girls who's a slut when they were in school. My Dad, Jim or James, he well, let's just say he's one of those kids who sit in the back of the class and doesn't do his school work. Trisha, she met my Father on this dating site. (Not tinder) She was catfished by him. He lied about his age. Which I think is illegal? Anyways, they met up at a restaurant. Jim told Trisha he was actually 10 years older than her. I don't know what her reaction was, but they stayed together. My Mother had my older sister, Izabelle in 2004. She's currently 14 turning 15 in July. My mother was 24 when she had Iz. My dad purpose to Trisha a year after the wedding. On the day they were getting married, my mom was pregnant with me. 2 months pregnant with me. I'm 13. She had me in 2006. Then, a year passed and then, my brother, Connor in 2007. He's 11 turning 12 in Nov. Clara is the youngest. She's 8 turning 9 in May. Trisha had her in 2010. Yeah, 15, 13, 12, 9. All of the kids' ages. The last time I saw my parents was almost 3 years now or in Oct. I got taken away from my parents on October 27th at 4:43 pm. Supposedly my parents weren't taking care of my siblings and me. Our house was a trash pit. Garbage everywhere, bugs/ flies everywhere. It was gross, but I'm used to it. Every Wednesday I get a chance to see my parents. I was really happy to see them, but my older sister wanted to stop seeing them... I wanted to see my parents, but I didn't go because my sis didn't. I missed them every time I didn't. I cried and showed no emotions when talking to other people. I lied to myself saying that I don't need them and they were awful, but it hurts a lot.  Not seeing your parents. They did drugs and drank every night or most nights. One night I broke. I thought I was never going to see them again. My mother's voice, and my dads. Missing their hugs and telling me it's alright. I even forgot what my mom's voice sounds like and same with my dad. My mom and I had Mother and daughter days. We would go out get our nails done and she would do my hair. She would call me her princess, but that's gone now. The past 3 years, I only thought about the bad things about them, but they weren't all that bad. My dad would teach me the guitar. He bought me a guitar. It had the U.S.A on the bad. It was really pretty. He was self-taught which is really cool. My mother, she played the violin. She could draw and sing and play. She's very talented. I remember this one drawing she drew. It was a lamp and a kitten clawing at the lamp.  It was really cute. My dad gave my sister this music thing. she records her singing. That's the only thing I have left her voice... It's really pretty her voice. My dad wasn't a singer he was a musician. I'm like my dad. Can't sing, but can play an instrument. One morning my Dad bought my cookies and I was really happy. I lost most of my memories with them. I can't remeber anything or something. I don't know anymore. I just miss them.