My story does not begin like many others, it may be because I do not remember most of my childhood, or it may be because I don’t believe my story starts the day I was born. My story begun in 2014 but before we get into that I will give a little back story of my life. I was born at Botsford Hospital in Farmington Hills Michigan on October 1, 1997. Just like everyone else I have mother and father whose names are Angela and Aaron. As I said before I do not remember most of my childhood its somewhat feels like a story someone told me whenever I think of it. I remember small details like the layouts of the houses I lived in or toys I had. If I am being honest it is probably because of all the trauma I suffered as a child, but we will get into that later. It’s hard to really decide on where to start since I can never remember when events happened in my life, like what came first so let me tell you about my Mom. Where do I start? My mom the most caring and loving person you will ever meet. No matter who you are or what you have done she can somehow always find the good in a person and bring it out of them. She has always been there for me when no one else was, she has always made me feel warm and happy even in the darkest of times. I could not ask for a better mother because even with everything I have been through she still gives me the strength to keep moving and make something of my life. My father on the other hand hasn’t always been the most amazing parent. My mom tells me
