Jess stayed with Julie for a month then she moved back. While she was gone we had talked on the phone alot. We talked about everything that had happened over the past few years. Life had gotten thrown at us and we were just kids trying to figure out grown up problems. Jess seemed better I think she just needed that time away from everything. She needed to figure out how she felt about it all and who she was now. For us it seemed like years went by in days. One day life was great and we were just 9, 10,and 11 years old. Then we turn around and we are 14, 15, and 16. We had to grow up so quick we didn't have time to adjust to the change.
We learned the hard way and at young ages that life wasn't always fair.
You don't always get what you deserve and sometimes what you don't deserve is dropped in your lap. But what makes the difference is how you react. You can chose to hold your head up and say I won't be defeated. Or you can lay down and give up.Yes we all delt with life in different ways and we made different decisions in the same situations. But we all held on to our love for each other. We drew strength from each other when we felt weak. And we were always there for each other. We were blessed. I guess God knew that life would get too hard sometimes so he gave us each other to lean on. I am truly thankful that God blessed me with my sisters to live this life beside me.
Looking back over the years it amazes me how three girls could live through the same situations but have completely different perspectives. It was this that sparked my interest in becoming a psychiatrist.
Jess was coming home today
She had gotten a job at the blue willow inn between school and her job she wouldn't be home much. She and Mama wouldn't be around each other very much and That would make it easier to coexist. It was so good to have her home again. I think, without realizing, it when life went crazy she was my stability. My peace giver. She brought me happiness. As long as she was with me and OK it seemed the world was OK.I still missed Jena but whenever I got to talk to her she was always happy. I knew she missed us but she finally had what she always wanted. Jona. Even though it felt like a piece of me was missing I was glad she was happy.
It was the weekly and Jess and I were going to our (a) dad's house. He had moved from the motel. He met a woman name Becky and they were living together. She couldn't have kids of her own so she just took us as her own. We loved her from the start. She was beautiful, cool, funny, and caring.
She didn't try to control us through orders instead she would talk to us. We would make our own decisions but with knowing the likely consequences. And risks. Most of the time this was affective and we would make the right choice. When we did mess up she didn't yell or turn her back on us she would talk us through it. She would always there when we needed her.
Jess and I were back to being close as ever. I was still her annoying little tag along sister but that was OK.
There were alot of teenagers that lived in the subdivision and we were all friends. Sometimes we would tell dad we were going to be staying at a friend's house but we would all camp out by the pool and on the play ground. They all smoked, cussed, and stayed out all night but they weren't in any trouble. The worst thing we did anymore was going to a club on the weekend. It was called hot spots and it was a teen club on the weekend. No alcohol was sold but it was still the club scene. This was our weekend routine.The week was all school for me but school and work for Jess. After school, while Jess was at work, my evenings were spent reading and talking on the phone. I had started talking exclusively to a guy I met on the chat line his name was Jack he was seventeen and lived up near Atlanta which was about and hour from me on I20.
" So, you think I can come meet in person this weekend?" Jack asked"Mmm, no can do this weekend. My sister and I are going to our cousin's house." I said.
"Oh you'd rather go to your cousin's than see me." He said with a frustrated voice.
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Jayla (My Story)
Non-FictionThis is a story of the tests of life and faith. Even before she was born life had it in for Jayla. Death, cancer and divorce are just some of the battles she would face as a small child. Then as a teen her life turned into a nightmare. As Jayla live...