Pickles: A Short Story

Pickles I come from a broken home. I grew up with no father, a drug addict mother, and 2 little brothers. My mother used to take money that she would receive from the government and instead of buying food for her kids, would turn around and buy drugs. This would cause us to go without food for days. I used to search every cabinet in the house just so I could try to make my little bothers something to eat. I would go without food so they could eat. I love my little brothers, and I would do anything for them, but when I got the opportunity to move away from my mother and live with my uncle Ricky, I took it. I felt terrible for doing it, but soon after I left child services took my little brothers. The youngest of my brothers was sent to live …show more content…
My uncle started working less and less each week. I didn’t understand why, but he always seemed tired. He would come in very late and sleep almost all day when he wouldn’t go to work. Eventually he received a phone call saying that he was fired. It didn’t seem to bother him, but it shook my whole world. I thought that I was going to have to move again. That he wasn’t going to be able to take care of me because he wouldn’t have any money. But that didn’t happen. A couple of days later Ricky woke me up in the middle of the night saying that he had to leave for a little while to take his wife to her mother’s because they had gotten into an …show more content…
I didn’t know what was going to happen to me or what had happened to my uncle. Eventually the pickles ran out and I remember throwing the jar away after drinking the last drop. One day later someone from child services showed up to the door and found me on the couch. I was immediately sent to the hospital because of the amount of weight that I had lost and the lack of hydration. I found out a couple of days later that my uncle had been arrested for possession and selling drugs. The worst part of this was that he didn’t tell anyone to get me. It wasn’t until I started my first year of college and I was all by myself in my dorm room when I realized the importance of what I had been through. I was starting college. If you were to ask me what I was going to do when I was a child I would have said something stupid like “Be just like my mamma”. But I changed. Just because you come from a broken home doesn’t mean you can’t be successful. Now that I live in an apartment I get to buy my own groceries and take care of myself. One of the first things that I buy is pickles. They remind me that no matter where you’re from or what happens to you, that things will always get