by Cd
When I was fourteen years old, I went down. I got separated from my mom, aka my best friend. She was really disappointed in me because she knew I could do better.
I was down for eight months and that eight months was hell because I couldn’t have fun or enjoy being with my best friend – my mom. That was my dad too.
My mom means everything to me because she always has been there for me since my dad left me and got locked up for a double murder. He got twenty-five to life without parole.
To be honest, I don’t want to meet my birth dad. I have a stepdad that truly means a lot to me and I don’t even call him my stepdad. He’s been there for me since I was three months and it’s been the best seventeen years with him.
When I’m locked up and gone from my family, I tend to get in my feelings. My mom is the best person I could have in my life. My dad aka stepdad is a good person for me to have in my life.