Caring defined my life, just as much as the world around me did. It seemed nobody cared about me. I somehow always seemed replaceable. So, I made everybody else irreplaceable in my mind, and I cared more than I ever should …show more content…
She was the oldest of five children and was beaten often by her mom, my grandmother. Her dad didn’t care what was happening, for some reason or another. She even drowned at the age of five because her father threw her into a pool and wouldn’t let her out until she swam. Somehow though, she turned out like she did. I began helping her after her Multiple Sclerosis, a disease where the immune system eats away at nerve endings, started getting worse. When she needed help getting things out of the car, help up the stairs, or just help, I was there. I never complained though, because I knew nobody else in the house would help. My sister simply couldn’t process that our mom needed help and my dad was too drunk to care. My mom taught me what it was like when somebody cared when you had somebody looking out for