Throw down your Helmet...

1-The making of me

Where I come from we have a saying: "You can't build a reputation on what you are going to do". Well "what I am going to do" is all I ever seem capable of doing.

I grew up just outside of NYC in a little house with a clean cut garden that my mom worked with precision to maintain. My dad was a criminal lawyer so we didn't see him much, but when we did it was like we were the happiest family anyone ever did see. But we weren't without our problems. Daddy was an alcoholic and Mommy was obsessive compulsive. They were two opposites that should never have attracted but me and Taylor, my brother, kept them in the marital vice.

We knew their marriage wasn't perfect, but they kept it together for us. But then one day they just couldn't do it any more. They got into it, big time, and then daddy just stormed out with a suitcase. He had done this before, so I didn't think much of it, but life wasn't kind. Three days later we received news that he had been drinking while driving and had gotten into an accident. Of course we rushed to the hospital but I could feel as I walked into the room, even at that young age, that my daddy wasn't walking out of the hospital.

A few months later, my mom grew very sick. She said it was nothing but went to the hospital. She got diagnosed with Leukaemia, but persisted in telling us it was all going to be alright. But doctors don't give big names to harmless illnesses.

I guess I had lost my "family" long before my mothers death, but it only became real when my mother was hospitalised and my auntie called for us to live with her. Taylor went, with tears in his eyes, but all I wanted to do was stay. My grandma took me in, and promised me that I could visit my mommy everyday. Taylor went to live with my aunt Phoebe and I stayed in New York. I stayed right to the end. I stood by her hospital bed, day in, day out, until the inevitable happened. I watched as the life slowly drained out of her. I was even by her side as she took her last breath. Its shocking the things we think about when faced with a tragedy. I mean we should think about the persons life, where we will go from here, what will change. But as I sat in that hospital room as my mother died, all I could think about is a yellow duck toy that I never much cared for, that was stuffed at the bottom of some drawer. Now that duckie is my lifeline, my connection to my mom.

A few days after her funeral, I moved in to aunt Phoebe's and that was it. The house I had grown up in was no more but a haunting memory and I was no more than a fading shadow to who I would become...
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Hey guys.
This is different to the other books I have started so bare with me. I am currently doing exams so it may take me 2 or 3 weeks to upload but I will be as quick as I can. If you spot any errors or have any pointers I would be immensely grateful.
I hope you like it!
~Tia Cooley xoxo
P.S. The girls name will start with a T so if anyone has any ideas?! Thanks for reading.

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