Memories Left Behind

In the Beginning

As a kid I didn't always have a place I could call home. My mom always was moving around, no matter how many problems I caused, or how many times I cried myself to sleep. Mom always said "home is where your family is, it doesn't matter where you are". To me it did though. 

By the time I was one year old my mom moved in with a man named Mohaunn. He was going to be the father of my little sister Eden. Sadly their relationship didn't last long. My mom left with me and my sister. Eden at least would get to see her dad at times, but Mohaunn only caused problems in our lives.

Now lets go forward about 3 years after that. Me, my mom, and Eden are living in an apartment. Eden is three now, and I'm 4. My mom is just getting home from work, it's about 4 pm. We are on the first floor of a five story apartment building. My mom walked in through the door and right away noticed the mess me and Eden made, using her nail polish. 

My mom was so made at me, she didn't even think Eden did anything. I was sent to mine and Edens room. I didn't really want to be in there though, so i jumped out the window only wearing my underwear and a t-shirt. I ran from the bedroom window, back to the front of the building, where our neighbor was just getting in.  Our neighbor let me in and took me to where I lived. My mom acted all nice in front of our neighbor, like i didn't just spill three bottles of nail polish on the floor.

Times like that are when I realize why I am the way I am today. Even though most of the time I don't act like my old self, it's still there in some form.