The second part of my life
People say they wish to live my life because I am nice and kind and very helpful. But do they know that I don’t have a
great life. I’m fragile and shy I am not strong I am weak. I don’t like to fight for many reason. I’m use to
people pushing me away and stop talking to me like my mom did so many times. You say I wish I had your life they way I
am nice and stuff. I learn by myself when I three to be nice and kind and sweet. People said I would be like my mom a
bully and a mean person. I prove to many people how nice I was I prove that I was different. I was alone when my dad
went away I never had anyone I was alone at school. When I learn about the internet the chat sites and people became my
friends and I found a boyfriend. I enjoy the internet because I wasn’t alone.
Years of being alone at school I stood my ground and told my friends and counselor what my mom did to me. I told her all
those nights she left me alone and she hit me. I cried so hard when I told somebody because all I knew was to cry. I cry
so much the tears blind me. I was scared I begin to shake I beg them to help me. I wrote a note begging them to help and
if they don’t I will kill myself. I was depress they said and they help me like they promise me. I am afraid they
will sent me home and she will hurt me again.
As I live with my new foster family I wait for the day I will be part of them I beg for them not to let me go I still
fight hard to not go back home. That women that was my mom isn’t my mom no more. I change a lot. I became so strong I
finally have people to care for me. I want nobody to take that away from me. Everyday I become happy and free . This is
the other part of my life.