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A lot of people don’t know about me, my story. It is difficult for me to tell at times, I’m ready to tell you mine.
July 25th, 2002 was the date. I was just turning eight it was my birthday; I had a party at my grandmother’s house. My Mother became very sick, Problem: She was pregnant and she would go into labor anytime soon. That night there was a lot commotion and my Dad had to drive my Mom to the hospital, about ten minutes later he came back to pick us up. Us being: me, my brother Jesse and my little sister Jalyn. He dropped us off at his brother’s house, Uncle Junior. We stayed there for the rest of the night. That mourning when I woke up there was a knock at the door; it was our Father coming to pick us up. We woke up my siblings and got them dressed. I In the car as we were pulling out of the apartment complex, Dad said he needed to stop by the house, check on it, get the mail and leave. So we did, and Dad went in to do his business. He came back out looking at the mail, got back into the car and we drove to the hospital. We got to Bronson, at the time Bronson was fairly new and it was our first time in there. It was amazing. We entered the hospital and took the elevator up to the third floor. We walked into the room, my Mom was lying in the bed, sleeping. I looked around for my new sibling but I didn’t see the baby. Dad took us into the hall and told us that Mom is really sick and she needed to get the baby out of her, fast. So she didn’t affect the baby, they had to cut it out. I started screaming because someone cut the baby out of my mother, for those of you who don’t understand. They CUT the baby out of MY mother! I was angry, upset, and confused.
My mother finally woke up sometime later; she was feeling a little bit better. She was still pale, though. They brought my little sister in to the room. We stayed at the hospital for a while, talking. Happy everyone was alive and well, and the most important part was we were together. My dad’s phone started ringing and he went into the hall to answer it. Jesse and I were coloring, Jalyn was sleeping. Dad came back into the room with tears in his eyes. Immediately Mom started asking if our family was okay, did any one die. Dad just shook his head and took Mom’s hand and said “Val, the house caught on fire and it is severely damaged. We have no money to build it up.” They cried and cried together. Being their kids and the adults are crying we started to cry. We cried together as a family, even Javonna was crying. But I think she was crying for a different reason. The nurse came in and seen this, I think she heard Javonna crying. We didn’t realize it but my Mom’s breathe was catching in her throat. They gave my Mom some Volume, and we left.
We stayed at my uncle’s till my Mom and Javonna was well enough to come out of the hospital. When they did, we stayed at a hotel for a few weeks, Us kids thought it was fun. But for the adults it was stressful. We moved into a duplex home after a while, our neighbors argued every night, though. We moved into a townhouse after a huge fight. By then my Great-Grandmother Bessie was living with us. After living there till I was 9, not a whole lot of time passed but it felt like forever. I was in the middle of fourth grade when I moved to The Meadows and came to Gull Lake.
Now my parents are divorced and life is really difficult. I miss living in A house, I want to so bad. I long for a house as a teen would long for a I-pod or a car or something that you need to upgrade every now and then. One day, though, I’m going to live in a house.
Like I said some of you don’t know me. You see me everyday, you see me laugh and smile, but you don’t see me stressed or not me. I’m a completely different person than when I’m at school then at home. And you don’t see it.