I’m 22, I’m a sophomore in college and I have a one year- old son. I wasn’t ready for the world at 14, when I ran away from my grandma. She raised me and my two sisters because my mom has been a crack addict and my dad has been in prison since I was little. Grandma sheltered us too much; she didn’t talk about sex or anything. She was always nagging for no reason. I started running away because it was more comfortable than dealing with grandma. I love her and appreciate what she did for me, but it wasn’t all what I needed. |
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 I was born in an inner city area in the Midwest. You could say I grew up in the ghetto. For the first part of my childhood, I lived in a housing project with my grandmother, my two brothers, and some of my cousins. It was very crowded in our small house and we didn't have much, but I was happy. I didn't realize that we were poor. When I lived with my grandmother, I would see my mother sometimes. She lived with us too, but she wasn't there very much. I would only see her a couple times a year. She spent most of her time on the streets, doing drugs. That was her home. My mom was addicted to crack cocaine and wasn't very involved with me or my brothers. She never saw me grow up because she was never around. |
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