When I was 13, life got even harder because it went from not knowing my father to my mom walking out of my family’s life because of her drug abuse problem. Now I was in middle school facing the everyday challenges of a teenager, and also not having my parents. This made it hard for me to focus on school. I was always worried about my little brother, who was two years younger than me. I worried about where we were going to end up living. We could possibly end up without each other or with foster parents we completely didn’t know
It did not end that way, however. My brother and I ended up being homeless during our childhood. This left us depressed and helpless. We …show more content…
They taught me to always stay strong and positive. Eventually my mom came back into our lives, but by this time the trust was broken. I found it hard to believe that she wouldn’t leave us again, and I never sat down with her to have a conversation about what happened, and what she had done to my brother. By this time she was diagnosed with cancer, so I overlooked my past to be by her side and help overcome her illness. At first, it was not easy trying to not get answers from her, but as time went on, and as she started to get a little better, she finally came to terms and sat down and talked to my brother and me. She admitted that she had she let a drug problem get the best of her in many