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 2001, 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 packed a small bag and made sure that I had my favorite …show more content…
I continued to live with my mom through high school. In the 11th grade I found out that I was pregnant with my now 3 year old daughter. I knew right then and there that I would make sure that my child would always have me in her life and that I would try my best to provide for her.
I do not hold my childhood against my parents and know that because of my past I am the mother I am today. Now I am 20 years old with a supporting boyfriend and a daughter that is my world. I did not let my past haunt me. I turned a bad memory into the best life I could for my child and I could not be more proud of