"God doesn't put you in a position or give you obstacles that you can't handle"

Chapter 1
~OverRuled™~
My parents died when I was seven years old. My mom was an addict and my dad was no good use. Every saturday morning, we would drive to see my mother in at Saint Joseph's Recovering Patients Rehab Center. Sometimes she even refused to see me . Other days she would enter the visitation room in a tan robe,hair looking a wreck, bitten fingernail tips,and her old house slippers that said "Annie" on the side corners. Momma wouldn't have much to say about life in rehab , her every question was "Baby, did you bring your school grade report to me this week?!". My only answer was "No ma'am I shall bring your joy to you next week momma." Momma loved reading my school reports for the teachers telling daddy how much improvement I made. Daddy never talked much but about how much the billings were adding up for mommas rehab fee.
They were hoping to let Momma out within the next month or so.