Remembered Event

Remembered Event

Most people grow up with their parents' right there to guide them or to help them make the right choice. This was not the case for me. For as long as I can remember I lived with different family members, and when I was older I even lived with friends from school.

It all started back in 1991, when my parents got a divorce and went their own ways. I was only six years old and was very confused about why mommy and daddy were not going to be in the same home together anymore. My mom moved out of our house and did her own thing.

I lived with my father for about four months. One day he said that he was taking me to see my aunt and uncle for the weekend, so I pack a small bag and made sure that I had my favorite teddy. He drove me over there and said he would see me again Sunday evening. That was the last time I saw my father for three years.

I lived with my aunt and uncle for those three years until one day out of the blue my mother showed up with her new husband and said that I was going to stay with her. I was so excited and hurried up and gathered all my stuff. She took me to her small apartment and I really felt that we were going to be a family again. Boy was I wrong. I stayed with my mother and new step father for about six months and they decided that it was too much to handle. So then I went to stay with my grandparents. I ended up living with my grandparents until middle school.

During my 6th grade year my grandparents were unable to care for me anymore so I went to stay with my best friend and her family. It was hard living with friends but for the first time in a long time I felt like part of a real family. I ended up living with my friend and her family for about two years. Things were great until her grandfather became very ill and was not going to make it through. He passed away and I was told because of the death that I would not be able to stay with them. So my only choice was to call my mother.

By this time I was in the 7th grade and my mother and step father decided that they wanted to move out of the state to Texas. For once they did not mind if I went. So we all moved from Kansas City to Katy, TX; which is a small town just west of Houston. Things were going good after we got there and for once in a long time I was with one of my parents.

I continued to live with my mom through high school. In the 9th grade I