The Real Me

I used to have that perfect life. It only me and my foster parents. I had foster parents because my real mom began to get really ill. When we found out she had lung cancer however her illness became worse by the minutes. It seemed like her medication wasn't working at all. I was only 14 at the time I didn't know what to do.

It got to a stage that my mom stopped working and she couldn't take care of herself let alone take of me. You might be thinking what about my father. Well that coward bastard left my mom when he found out she was pregnant with me. He left us, we had no food, no money nothing. But my mom got a nursing job at a hospital next too my high school. She always had long hours just for me. For me to have food on the table; for me to have an education. For me to have clothes; and for me to have a roof over my head.

A/N: I know I didn't tell you alot about coz I want you to read first.