All or most of my childhood was not pretty in the sense that I was spoiled up until my brother came to the world after I was alone for a decade or so with my folks. All the toy or love was directed at me, but then my brother came and I …show more content…
My grandparents wanted a little league I guess because there are 3 boys and 4 ladies in the family. No space for being spoiled even though everyone in my father family says he is the Mommy 's Boy. Either way he grew up in a House full of brothers and sisters. A home where everyone had to do their part to bring food and shelter to the house. My father by the age of 7 or 8 already had a job delivering newspapers and washing cars to help around the house. My grandfather wasn 't at home much because he was in the bars signing and drinking for a living. Will help around house, but mostly at home was my grandma. My grandmother was the only one there and even then they new she loved them, but deep down they really never saw it. They each had their part and responsibility at home to attend.God wasn 't in their lives till year to come over a decade to come for them to have faith that everything was going to be alright. The only thought back then was that they got to fend for themselves because nobody will lend them a help no matter how much they seek