When I was 7 my life was fine. It had a few bumps in the road but they werent worring me at all. If I only new that that was my last year of happiness..
My name is Tara and I'm 11 years old. Wondering how I got here? Well you go and figure.
My mom has M.S. (Multiple sclerosis) and all she has done is get worse every week. The doctors say the M.S. is progressing too fast and she is 20 years older than shes suppose to be. Because of all this sickness she has been un-able to look after me and she could not live in our old house because the stairs were 'killing' her. So we moved to an appartment and next year I'm going to boarding school. Im getting an operation on my ears in 4 days because there not 'perfect' enough for my grandparents. My grandparents judge me in every way "Stop eating your getting too fat" "Pull your hair back" "Be nicer" "Get that, do that" it doesn't help with having to help my mom all the time. I mean yeah you would except to have to do it, but when your having to do it every 5 seconds, its not fun.
Heres some other things to add onto. My dad went to prison for abusing me and my mom and nearly killing us both when I was a baby. He threw me against the wall and stangled my mom. I have a restrainning order from him so I don't remember what he looks like. He killed my brother and sister who were 2 years old. | |
-Jessica LaMonica
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