My father of the same name, was never the greatest role model. However I thought the world of him, due to the miniscule number of times I would see him. Every time he came around I was ecstatic. My father would come about three to four months at a time. Only going with him a few days at a time. When I was with my father random men would step into our house cash in hand. They would always go into his room with my stepmother. Even as a child I knew that wasn’t right. I also knew not to ask those type of questions. I didn’t want to leave as well. I feared if I said something I would see him less. Continuing to participate in illegal activity my father was caught and apprehended. He was in abilene were I would see him approximately 6 months at a time. During the weeks I have been writing this paper, my grandmother has asked me to go see him. I rejected my grandmother’s offer. Maybe now I realize that’s not the relationship I want with my father. I still love him nonetheless.
I have lived with my mother for the majority of my life. I always thought it was great. I thought I have a lovely childhood. I now understand it was not the childhood I deserved. I would move from house to house often. I now see that it was lack of financial stability. When I got a little older, my mother would ask me for money. She always said it was for something important. I was always happy to oblige not knowing any better. After a while I started to think she wasn’t actually using the money for the family. The problem was that my mother could not hold on to a job to save her life. Once I moved in with my grandmother, she opened my eyes to all of the irresponsible actions my mother has taken. After living with my grandmother for a little while, I was cleaning out my room and found my mothers dope pipe and lighter in a small handbag. At that point I figured out that my mother was the irresponsible woman my grandmother said she was.
As I previously spoke of, I left the shelter of my mother for my grandmother. The reason behind that was I was getting my first job. It was conveniently down the road from my grandmother’s house. I was having the time of my life with her. Maybe it was the prolonged distance from my siblings. As time moved on, my mother became less responsible inturn my grandmother had to pick up my mother’s slack. Therefore my siblings came to live with me. I have an abundance of siblings. Although only four had come to live with me. Now my grandmother had to support five children that are not her’s. Since then, my smallest brother and sister have gone to live with my aunt in lubbock. That still leaves three kids in my grandmother’s protection. I hate knowing that somewhere out there is my mother without any of her children. She thinks it is perfectly okay that her children are all over the place.
