It is unknown as to how old I was when it all started.. Ten is my guess
But all I know is I wasnt living the preteen life I should've. People judge me from the past I lived. And some people show sympothy towards me. I turned out fine,If it werent for my grandmother I wouldnt be the same as I am today.
My mother and father both were active drug users, with them thinking my brothers and I were clueless as to what they were doing. They were wrong. If they werent with their friends they were locked in their room. I was considered mom to my young brothers. Food was cooked by me. I sent them to bed. I bathed them. The thing is I felt no pain. I didnt let their mistakes effect me as a person. I would go to school with a smile on my face. And I never mentioned what would go on inside of my home. My brothers didnt really have an idea as to what was going on, they would just think that they were working or what ever they did.
Who ever reads this. Dont judge my parents. Its been years im now fifteen years old. People change as did my parents. My dad has served his 4th year in prison and gets released January 4th of 2011 and my mother is currently in school to be a nurse. Only god can judge me.
