Let's start from the beginning
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When I was born my dad had left the picture. I would see my mom struggle everyday with three kids on her own. By the time I was 4 I had to learn to do things that I need to do to survive. By fucking four years old I understand the way my mom lived,the way we all lived. It was sickening now that I think about it. We barely had food to survive out of. My mom was starve for months while she tried to give us what we need. By the age of 6 my mom meet my step dad. He was a good step dad then most he got two jobs. He bought us things and made us feel like a real family. But it didn't last long. His death hurt my mom and me the most. We both cried uncontrollably every night. He made me feel wanted unlike my biological dad. He made me experience what a father figure was and what a birthday present really was, but I knew that I had to stop thinking about how much I wanted him in my life again. I had to think about how I could make this family survive. That was all In my mind. I got over the fact that my step dad past while trying to help us. Although I miss him I think about who he wanted me to be. He wanted me to stay strong and help out. That's what he wanted.right?
My mom. She wasn't better she wouldn't get out of her room. You could hear her sobs threw out the house. She got worse and worse. She drank and drank. She was never abusive of us. She knew what was right and wrong but she never could get away from the depression that eat over her every second of her life
Do I wish I did more for her?
I do if she was still alive to this day I would tell her all the things I wanted to say to her. I regret not talking to her or asking for help from another adult but I was a little kid back then.
