Growing up as a child....

So I guess it would make perfect sense to begin from the beginning, my childhood, growing up we didn't have much in fact you could say that we were classified as poor, my mom and dad scraped up what little money they had to make ends meet, my dad worked for a plastering company from early in the morning until 6 at night Mon-Friday and my mom worked from 6-10pm at a local handy way, my grandparents had money so they helped us out if need be, buying school clothes, babysitting, spoiling us, it was just my sister and I .

Being six years apart you can just imagine the fights that would take place between us, me and my sister that is, I didn't make things easy for her in fact I was the bratty kid sister everyone reads about the tattle tale truth be told I was jealous of her. My sister was always the one who got all the name brand clothes, and she was always my mothers favorite.

Growing up my mom would bake us cakes, braid our hair, hug us tell us she loved us but pretty soon that person would disappear forever.......