For the prime years of my life my mother was both mentally and physically absent. I had my dad there by my side through it all but a girl needs her mother. I spent countless school nights and holidays visiting my mother in jail. I’d cry looking at her through the window not being able to hug her or kiss her. It was heartbreaking only being able to hear her voice without holding a dirly payphone against my ear. …show more content…
Seeing her in that predicament showed me how I never want to go down that path. Through that period of time I continued to stay focused. I went to school, did extracurriculars, I maintained a good attitude even when I had an issue to act out and be upset. I was only thirteen when this started up. I was forced to mature fast. I wasn’t able to enjoy hanging out with friends and going to the mall because I had to make sure I was home so that I could answer my mother's collect calls. I’d even do three ways calls for one of her friends on the inside so that they could reach their