His Enigma

Introduction.

You never know the real feeling of abandonment until it hits you. Until your perfect happy little family suddenly is broken apart because of one bad decision. My father, Jeffery Hanes walked out on my mom, Teresa Hanes when I was eleven years old. Of course, she tried to keep herself together and make it better for me. Mainly convincing me that it wasn't my fault and I wasn't the reason why he left. But, never once did she say it was her fault either. She kept being my mom for about two more years, until she lost it. My mom became Teresa the Prostitute... I shouldn't call it prostitution because it wasn't a job for her, it was a hobby. Her hobby also consisted of staying out all hours of the night, drinking, bringing different men home occasionally, and leaving the house without notice. The worst part of her bringing men home was that she brought them into our house with its pungent stench of remembrance.

Soon, everything became hard for me, even simple tasks such as breathing. It's hard to breathe when an elephant sitting on your chest for two years. But it's something you deal with instead of accepting it. Because you have to especially here in Redmond, Oregon.

Although her hobby helped me learn how to cook and take care of myself. More importantly it showed me who I didn't want to be like.

However with all this negativity in my life I don't like to reflect on it too much. My life is average now I suppose. I told my aunt Miranda my mom's sister about what was going on and she adopted me five months after I turned thirteen. When I moved in with my aunt my heart was broken into a million pieces, possibly more, but I was tired of counting of how many times I was let down and how much longer I would have to bear this depression. So aunt Miranda sent me to a shrink. After about two weeks of telling the Doctor Cooper what she wanted to hear, she told Miranda nothing was wrong except that I was sad. But because of how prestigious Miranda is she didn't give up on me. Which why I thank God for her everyday, she gave me my life back. She put me in cheerleading, dance, and whatever I wanted to do to bring me back to this world. For my recent sixteen birthday she brought me a G-Wagon Mercedes Benz.

"Oh, I wish I had your life." Is what I get told just about twice every week. They only know what they see; rich doctor aunt, nice house and expensive car, designer shoes and clothing.

But as for the other part of my life they would die just as fast as I did.