As a younger kid my parents were bad into drugs. My sister and I had to grow up quick. We didn't really have a stable home and my parents never really kept a job. They separated when it was younger. The both got new girlfriends. My moms girlfriend wasn't so nice with me. My dad's girlfriend loved me. I ran lose when I was younger hone for months at a time and barely checking in. My parents loved me and always had food on the table and cloths on my back but they chose drugs over family. My dad went to prison for a little while and my mom lost her girlfriend of 8 years. Things really got bad for her after that. When I was 10 I was blessed with a wonderful baby brother. I had ruff times in middle school and hug School. I graduated from high school and had a  beautiful baby boy. He is my world and my everything.  He is now 2 and I separated from his dad  after a 5 year relationship. He had cheated on me and was verbals abusive. Levi was about 7 months old. We moved in with my best friend in the world, she toke us in like it was nothing. I live with my mom now and Levi is 2 years old we are making it day by day.. One day I will be in my feet and Be able to give my son everything I never had.