I was the one who loved taking care of everyone’s children, but never wanted any of my own. Don’t get me wrong I love my daughter more than anything in this world. I just never thought I would be a teen mom. People say it’s a mistake, but for me I see her as my life saver. I wasn’t doing to good, but now I got my life under control even more. My daughter is the step I need every day to go to school and get a better job. Everything I do is for us so we won’t struggle later in life. At times I get so overwhelmed that I take it out on my daughter and say mean things. I know I shouldn’t do that because in the end of all of my pain she is the one there to hold me to know it’s going to be okay. I’m neither a bad mom nor the best; I’m just simply
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I’m unsure what I want to do either nursing or dental but can’t really decide right now. By sometime next week my family and I have to move to streets up from our old house. Also my waiting for my second baby, He is supposed to be born sometime this month or the first week of November. Beside all that I have so much on my plate that I just want to go to sleep for once and not waking up for a while.
At this time, I didn’t have to worry about a thing. I was just a child myself getting token care of by my mom and step dad. I was a shy type when I went to school or anywhere beside at home I was the most adventures loud little girl. We had a big back yard with a pit-bull dog named sugar. We all used to play hid n seek with her because we had some tall weeds, it was so fun. I loved that little blue house with the tallest tree on the block in San Jacinto off of Second Street. There’s just this one bad memory that comes to my mind every so often. I believe I was 4 years old I’m not sure if …show more content…
I’m now in my early teens that when everyone that I wasn’t myself but I knew who I was. They all thought it was a phase. I love to go out and do whatever wanted to do. I like to go to the movies, parties, with friends. I was always home but when it was summer time I was tired of it and I wanted to go out leave do something but my parents would always question me like if I was going to go have sex or do drug or murder someone. I just want to go have fun for once in my life. I was tired of getting treated like a baby. I did bad things on the low because I didn’t have a parent to trust but myself. It wasn’t an everyday thing it was a once in a while thing. It didn’t get worse until 8th grade then I lost the most important person in my life. The thing that hurts the most knows that same day I knew he had die but didn’t know it was true until they told me. People think I’m crazy because I was born with a special gift that means to me and I’m glade. After that it was the breaking point for me I lost him forever I partied I through parties I smoked weed every day and drunk my life away. I didn’t care until I found out I was pregnant. I was happy because my life was blessed with a beautiful baby girl. I am happy that god gave me the gift to have children and be a mom. I hate my daddy I just wish he would get hit by a bus and I don’t give a crap about him. He’s a piece
I’m unsure what I want to do either nursing or dental but can’t really decide right now. By sometime next week my family and I have to move to streets up from our old house. Also my waiting for my second baby, He is supposed to be born sometime this month or the first week of November. Beside all that I have so much on my plate that I just want to go to sleep for once and not waking up for a while.
At this time, I didn’t have to worry about a thing. I was just a child myself getting token care of by my mom and step dad. I was a shy type when I went to school or anywhere beside at home I was the most adventures loud little girl. We had a big back yard with a pit-bull dog named sugar. We all used to play hid n seek with her because we had some tall weeds, it was so fun. I loved that little blue house with the tallest tree on the block in San Jacinto off of Second Street. There’s just this one bad memory that comes to my mind every so often. I believe I was 4 years old I’m not sure if …show more content…
I’m now in my early teens that when everyone that I wasn’t myself but I knew who I was. They all thought it was a phase. I love to go out and do whatever wanted to do. I like to go to the movies, parties, with friends. I was always home but when it was summer time I was tired of it and I wanted to go out leave do something but my parents would always question me like if I was going to go have sex or do drug or murder someone. I just want to go have fun for once in my life. I was tired of getting treated like a baby. I did bad things on the low because I didn’t have a parent to trust but myself. It wasn’t an everyday thing it was a once in a while thing. It didn’t get worse until 8th grade then I lost the most important person in my life. The thing that hurts the most knows that same day I knew he had die but didn’t know it was true until they told me. People think I’m crazy because I was born with a special gift that means to me and I’m glade. After that it was the breaking point for me I lost him forever I partied I through parties I smoked weed every day and drunk my life away. I didn’t care until I found out I was pregnant. I was happy because my life was blessed with a beautiful baby girl. I am happy that god gave me the gift to have children and be a mom. I hate my daddy I just wish he would get hit by a bus and I don’t give a crap about him. He’s a piece