Dear 2012,
You was a great year. I remember when Dad and Big Brother was out having a good time. I met my half brother. Jordi i remember like it was yesterday we talked about everything. He is still a year older than me. I finally had a sibling that was around my age. In that same year I remember when my dad was still out and free. I remember that we were living in the same address. Summers would be nice and comfy and I wouldn't have to be from couch to couch. In 2012 I remember that I didn't have to work. I was living like a princess. Daddy just asked " What you Want? You know what just take it the world is yours." I was my fathers favorite little girl. I was the youngest after all. My older Brother Sliverio was my father figure yet. He took a big role in Being there while i was going through school. My Dad and My Brother's really were my Heart and Soul wrapped in a big Cloth. My life revolved around them. Even though they risked their life and they didn't let me know though. I was young and they would've told me I won't understand. My Dad and Brother Sold and Worked. My Brother and Father would sell drugs and work jobs here and there. But it got to a point in life that both of them just stopped working and sold Drugs full time. My Father and Brother were living the "fast life" as some who don't know that when you life in an apartment that pays 1,800 dollars. You need that rent money ASAP. So years pass and time passed by. I was like the age of 10 years old and my father and brother still hustling. My father was getting all the supplies and selling it to the addicts. Till my Father convinced my brother to get a gun. My Brother trying to be a proud son. He listened to my Father. My Brother got the gun was still doing good living the fast life. Till there was a get together with all my brother friends in my house and my brother wanted to show off his new 42.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom. The gun smoke filled the air and he outside and his friends drunk and amused.
My sister and them went came back up with my brother. My brother still doing what he knew to do. Came up my mother talking to him like giving him advice to stop what he was doing.
He didn't listen.
Boom
Police came in the door and pointing a gun at my face. I sat down on my bed and cried. Why? Why? Why? i lost my Hearts in a blink of an eye. My brother, father, and mother arrested. IN the hands of the officials. I depressed and lonely felt abandonded. I sat down in front of the door waiting for my mommy and daddy everyday. Mom came home after 8 days. Daddy never came home. Big brother came home after 1 year and 2 months.
You was a great year. I remember when Dad and Big Brother was out having a good time. I met my half brother. Jordi i remember like it was yesterday we talked about everything. He is still a year older than me. I finally had a sibling that was around my age. In that same year I remember when my dad was still out and free. I remember that we were living in the same address. Summers would be nice and comfy and I wouldn't have to be from couch to couch. In 2012 I remember that I didn't have to work. I was living like a princess. Daddy just asked " What you Want? You know what just take it the world is yours." I was my fathers favorite little girl. I was the youngest after all. My older Brother Sliverio was my father figure yet. He took a big role in Being there while i was going through school. My Dad and My Brother's really were my Heart and Soul wrapped in a big Cloth. My life revolved around them. Even though they risked their life and they didn't let me know though. I was young and they would've told me I won't understand. My Dad and Brother Sold and Worked. My Brother and Father would sell drugs and work jobs here and there. But it got to a point in life that both of them just stopped working and sold Drugs full time. My Father and Brother were living the "fast life" as some who don't know that when you life in an apartment that pays 1,800 dollars. You need that rent money ASAP. So years pass and time passed by. I was like the age of 10 years old and my father and brother still hustling. My father was getting all the supplies and selling it to the addicts. Till my Father convinced my brother to get a gun. My Brother trying to be a proud son. He listened to my Father. My Brother got the gun was still doing good living the fast life. Till there was a get together with all my brother friends in my house and my brother wanted to show off his new 42.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom. The gun smoke filled the air and he outside and his friends drunk and amused.
My sister and them went came back up with my brother. My brother still doing what he knew to do. Came up my mother talking to him like giving him advice to stop what he was doing.
He didn't listen.
Boom
Police came in the door and pointing a gun at my face. I sat down on my bed and cried. Why? Why? Why? i lost my Hearts in a blink of an eye. My brother, father, and mother arrested. IN the hands of the officials. I depressed and lonely felt abandonded. I sat down in front of the door waiting for my mommy and daddy everyday. Mom came home after 8 days. Daddy never came home. Big brother came home after 1 year and 2 months.
That last paragraph is so powerful, wow! you write really well!
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ReplyDeleteWow. What an intense story.
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