The Darkest Day Of My Life

Let me begin my story by telling you a little about myself. I grew up in a small town in Louisiana in a predominantly very poor neighborhood. Some would say "the projects". I like to think of it as a housing development for low income people. The only major influence I had in my life was my granny. She was my sunshine. She took my brother and me to church every Sunday and Wednesday. It was through her that we learned about God. I loved going to church with her. She would always buy us a bottle of soda. Back then, they were in glass bottles and only cost a quarter of which you got back ten cents. Unfortunately, my granny died when I was thirteen. It was the darkest day of my life. I knew she was dead even before the phone rang. Some people …show more content…
Then the phone rang. He knew after that. My mom never let us go to the hospital to say good bye. I remember sitting at the funeral home crying my eyes out while every one visited. I thought what is wrong with these people. Granny is gone. Why do they not care? I did not see any reason to be visiting and having a good time. Now I know they were just sharing memories but at the time I just could not understand why God would take the one and only person who cared about me. The next day, our mom moved us to Oklahoma. We never even got to go the funeral. We got up and they told us we were going to Oklahoma that morning and would be back for our stuff later. I could not understand. Now I know my mom was in extreme pain as well. Her answer was to run. I think that is where I got it from later in life. I told my granny everything. She was the one person I knew loved me no matter what. Everything, that is, but my big secret. I was being molested by my step-father. It had started sometime around the age of 5 and continued up until I was 14. He said he was teaching me life lessons. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew what he was doing was wrong. That 's why I never told