Throughout all of these experiences, I kept a smile on my face. Many people ask why and its because the people of my life tried to bring my joy down, erase the happiness from my heart, they had manage to bring me down to the point where I no longer wanted to live. At the age of I moved in with my grandmother who was diagnosed with breast cancer on birthday. She meant everything to me, I saw her as my mother figure. My grandma made me feel as if I had a nice childhood but my parents constantly fought and then reality set in. I had saw my father abuse my older brother, sister and my mom. The experience was scary because I knew that one day he’d do the same to me. Soon after that my grandma kicked my dad out of the house, and for two to three years I never saw him again. My mom began doing
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Soon we thought everything would better if someone called the cops on my father and so my brother did, so once my dad was in jail we moved to a different part of Lee’s Summit. I was told that my dad died, then I was told he was dying but I was never told the truth. After he got out, he moved us back to Wichita. I started middle school and I felt as if this is the place of happiness, I could finally be happy. But like I said every happy thing comes to an end. I told my family I was gay but I didn’t know if it was just a phase. My dad was not happy, I caused him to drink again which I started to become angry with his drinking problem that I would open his beer that he had in the fridge and dump them out. When he found out that his beer has been poured out, He walked to my room and drug me out by my hair and hit me. Once he was done I’d run to my room and cut myself hoping I’d hit a vein and die. Nothing seemed to work. This continued for a good year until the cops were called for the 25th time and took us into the children's home. It's a home where kids go when they are about to be put in the system. Since it
Soon we thought everything would better if someone called the cops on my father and so my brother did, so once my dad was in jail we moved to a different part of Lee’s Summit. I was told that my dad died, then I was told he was dying but I was never told the truth. After he got out, he moved us back to Wichita. I started middle school and I felt as if this is the place of happiness, I could finally be happy. But like I said every happy thing comes to an end. I told my family I was gay but I didn’t know if it was just a phase. My dad was not happy, I caused him to drink again which I started to become angry with his drinking problem that I would open his beer that he had in the fridge and dump them out. When he found out that his beer has been poured out, He walked to my room and drug me out by my hair and hit me. Once he was done I’d run to my room and cut myself hoping I’d hit a vein and die. Nothing seemed to work. This continued for a good year until the cops were called for the 25th time and took us into the children's home. It's a home where kids go when they are about to be put in the system. Since it