Growing up i was told i was beautiful that i always make people smile and that i was beautiful, that was till i moved in with my dad who never was in my life till my mother disappeared. My dad said she died in a car crash and she was turn to ash. Which growing up I never questioned this.I had no reason to. i carried a picher of my mom around and i had a note my mom gave me on my 8th birthday on my wall, growing up with my mom and my dads parenting styles was very different. My mom thought if you were nice to people even if they weren't nice to you was the best but my dad thought that you should be cold to people till they proved them self to you, my mom thought the more you knew good or bad the better my dad thought that if it was bad then i shouldn't know about it, my mom was caring and gentle but she could kick your butt if she had to and my dad was big scary and horrible at dealing with girls, like superbad. So growing up i felt like i was on my own and i had no one. That was definitely true when i found out that my mom was alive and never died. But my dad lied to me trying to keep me from knowing that my mom was a drug addict and she didnt want me nor did she want my brother she tried to just forget about us and throw us out like trash because my younger sister was the heir definition of the perfect child unlike me and my brother she was beautiful,smart,athletic,and well she didnt have learning disability like me and my brother but the funny thing is, me and my brother and i loved and respected her. My little sister didnt love nor respected her because my sister saw past her lies saw past the lies and saw how bad of a person my mother had become and she may have been young but she had more knowledge and respect then me and my brother combine. My sister was and still is the best. We love her and she has respect for us. So in the end my sister was the real lost and not my mom, the funniest part is my brother went to yale and he is now a model my sister is going into law school soon and me? Well i'm in cadet academy trying to be a police officer and try to stop and give people like my mother a wake up call that what she does will end bad that her hurting people isn't okay, and no this doesn't mean we don't talk to our mother anymore we are open to having her in our lives if she chooses to be, but so far she hasn't choose us over drugs ever. And i don't think she ever really will.
By.random girl.
