Everyday here made me sick mentally, physically, and anyway possible. Constant yelling, cussing, and fussing. I’ve heard it all from the one that birthed me. The so-called “Protector” of my life, until I could take care of myself. Which came earlier than what I thought it would. As a child there was constant whooping’s for the things she told my stepdad I did she lied on me. All I knew was mamma was right and not to call her a liar. That what every kid knew at the age of 5,6,7 and 8 all the way up till you could speak up for themselves at the age of 12. That’s the age I knew.

 

Only my 3 younger siblings and me really knew who she was in these 4 tight walls. She called us things no child she be called, said things to us no child should hear. Abuse was an everyday thing rather mentally and/or physically. For me it was both. Constantly throwing things at us, yelling because she can’t have her way. Being hit and slapped was normal we expected it just about every time she walked passed us.

We tried DHR but that made it worse. They thought we were teenagers and kids who just wanted their way and over run their mother. All this went on for years until the year of 2016. That was the year of glory for all of us. My brother and sisters had been telling their dad about all the things she was doing and how I had to do her job. All the cooking, cleaning, and getting them up, washing clothes sometimes hers were all put on me. On top of this there was school and homework. Their dad became mad and decided to get his kids. I knew this but she didn’t. The day came. November 4,2016. She came and told me and my sister they wont be coming home. I had already knew but she didn’t know I knew.

 

I wondered how they felt when they finally got there freedom. I was waiting on my but it came sooner than I thought it would be. I got mines the exact next day. November 5,2016. I was happy so I cried. It’s sad to think that a mother would give her kids up. But after all she knew it wouldn’t be long anyway.