A wish upon a Star

How i lived

Our past makes us who we are. It molds, shapes, heals and breaks. It should not define us and it never will. Some things happen for a reason it can be good and it can be oh so bad.

I was born my family came to the hospital, well that's what I was told anyway. My mother was young and inexperienced not at all ready for a little bundle of "joy". It started to show in the worst ways possible.

I can remember a time when I had a house. Not over extravagant, yet the perfect size for us. I thought so at least. A little sister was born and then a few years later a little brother. His first birthday came around and I couldn't stop saying how absolutely adorable he was.

We all learned what to do and what not to do. Never ask where she was going she would be back before we would know it. Being put in charge of children when I could barely make a bowl of cereal. He would be back soon don't worry.

The day we left is a blur moving from place to place. I missed the warmth of a hot meal. The way you could keep the lights on if you were to scared. A safe place to sleep. They became such distant thoughts. A common luxury not so common anymore.

I hoped it would get better that we would be safe. It was pointless to think that way but it couldn't be helped. All three of us were separated me with bio mom her with the bio dad him with who knows.

I didn't see them anymore I forgot about them I knew she and he were safe thats all that mattered to me. I was a look out for the thief she was. I now knew how to use my innocence to my advantage. Who could say no to a little kid in pigtails and a bright smile?

I begged for food day in and day out. I was thin and weak wanting a new home. Any money we got was used for the bare minimum. Cigarettes for her, candy for me. I enjoyed making her smile while I could. Making jokes and acting a fool for attention. It was all I knew.