The struggles

Life is something that needs to be chariest. You could loose ours in the blink of an eye. My name is Travis Patrick and this is my story. I was born April 15th 1992 at 4:20 am. I was born to a woman named Charity Patrick and a father name Nicholas Patrick. We were just like any other typical black family in struggling in one of the many hoods in Chicago . My mother was broke with out a job but took care of the house. My father was an vehicle mechanic. He brought home the little money that he did every day from tips and pay check to pay checks. Lights would get cut off all the time , water, electricity you name it. Around holidays like Thanks giving and Christmas we didn't have big family dinners like others. Some days non of us even be able to eat We out have to go to food shelters to eat. Christmas was even worst, the little television I was able to watch should big happy families around holidays and all I could do was wish for what they had. I never got toys on Christmas not even a tree. I never knew what Christmas was really about. Since we lived the way we did that was not a topic my mother nor father talked about because it would upset us knowing we were not forchinet of having what others did like hot food and so many gifts and cards and even ugly Christmas sweaters. I was in Elementary and I felt as if I use to be the laughing stalk of the whole school. Due to as you know the money situation I wasn't able t always wear the good fresh stuff. I had to wear the same shirt,pants,and shoes sometimes 6 days a week and if I was lucky my shirt and pants were able to be washed at-least twice.That wasn't the life my dad nor my mom wanted. There was drug dealers in the community that we lived in so he began to learn about the drug game. He began to sell weed ,different herbs,and all kinds of pills. He final began bringing in the money he desired. He began to feel better about life as it was.There was hope that we might actually see our first Thanksgiving and Christmas