This starts like this, my name is Carolina, my parents got divorced when I was 3 years old because my mom's best friend Joceline and my dad were having an affair, something I would never forget when my mom left, it was late at night and my dad was drunk and hit my mom, she got so angry. They were arguing like always while me and my sister were in our room thinking about other things, we were so done with them fighting all the time.
A couple days later, Joceline came to live with my dad. At first she was the sweetest woman ever, caring and loving, she was the best. It was not that bad until one day my mom came and only took my sister with her, I ended up all by myself, just me and my dad.
We moved to a very nice neighborhood and I met a girl named Ximena and instantly became best friends. When we finished moving, Joceline started treating me very badly, she forced me to eat. She was absolutely disgusting, she was a mess. I had to do all the chores.
One day, my dad took me to a very strange place with lots of stairs, a completely stranger to me asked me to draw my family, when I met with my dad at the car he asked me : "Why did you draw your mom and sister, they're not you family anymore." I remember it clearly because he was really mad. "She's my mom, nothing and nobody will change that."
Later on, my dad thought it would be great for me to move to the US with my grandma Ortencia to study. I learned Spanish pretty well and I had a not so bad life But then I had to go back, my new school was very different, we were all vegeterian, we medirated, prayed in the morning, when we were eating, before leaving. My mom started visiting me almost every week, she brought me candy, letter and stuff like that. My mom one day asked me to have lunch with her but I needed my dad's permission. She never stopped visiting, we took a picture together at a Mother's Day event and I couldn't stopped staring at that picture, Joceline always critized my mom but I never told my dad.
They had a baby, they named her Isabella, I was happy, kind of. But my happiness ended when my dad started with his drinking problem again and Joceline drank with him so I had to take care of my sister.
One day, I found out my mother was fighting for my custody. I was going to see twice a week. I was so happy. I loved being with her and when I was not with her I cried because I needed her in my life everyday not only twice a week. But one time, I was desperately sobbing and I called my mom and asked her to pick me up, that I couldn't do this anymore. I snuck out of my house without my dad or Joceline noticing because I was very careful. When my mom picked me up she told me "Don't worry love, I'm with you."
The next day, my mom called my dad and told him I was with her. And he was like "How is she with you?" That day and that call changed my entire life.
