First, I want to say that I read all of these stories and they really touched me. Some made me cry but they all made me think. So, I would like to share my story, so you all can have a look through my eyes.
I moved around my entire life. I never stayed in one place more than a year. That was tough because I never had really good friends and I felt like an outsider. My parents would just get up one day and move us to another place. I remember we would live in motels for months (six people in one motel room isn't really that much fun.) All I really had and could depend on were my three brothers (I was the only girl). They were my only friends because I never made any friends at school because I knew we would end up moving before the year would be over. Without them I don't think I could have survived through all those years. I would do anything for my brothers. I would lay down and die for them. I remember when we use to live in Austin and my mom told me and my little brother that we were going out to eat. She got us in the truck and kept on driving. She didn't stop until we got to Dallas. That hurt me the most because she left my two other brothers with my dad. We didn't even go out to eat like she said we would. She just stopped at a motel and we stayed there for a month before we got an apartment in Grand Prairie. My mom would always be at work and I had to take care of my little brother. I was only in fourth grade. I remember whatever I could get a hold of to eat I would give it to him. I never knew what it felt like to be so hungry before that. I would go days without eating. Finally, my mom got on food stamps and we would eat like kings. Within that year my older brother came to live with us. A year later my dad and other brother came, too. But by then we were living in Arlington and we all moved together in an apartment in Irving.
My story doesn't even start in Austin, that's not where I was even born and it doesn't end in Irving because that not where we ended up. But I have to cut my sory short because I don't have time to finish it. I'm only 18 and I went to 12 different schools and moved too many times to count. I just wanted to give you a glimpse of my life. It's hard for me to tell people anything and I keep everything in. So, I'm glad there's a place I could tell my story without anybody really knowing me. I don't trust anybody besides my brothers and my only good friend.
I know my story is confusing but maybe I will end it some day or at least try. Thanks for taking the time to read
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