I remember when we first came to California I was twelve years old all I could think about was going to school making new friends and just living my best life.
I had four sisters two older than me and two sisters that were younger I also had six brothers yeah big big family I love my siblings actually I can't remember fighting with any of them just your typical "it's your turn to do dishes" kind of stuff. three of my brothers already had family's of their own and had remained living in Arizona that's where I was originally raised I don't know why my mom decided to pack us up and move to California but she did and this is where I've continued to live growing up getting married and raising a family of my own.
My childhood was nothing I even dreamed about, my childhood was given to me without my asking for it, it was something I wouldn't hand down to my worst enemy I wasn't given a choice but do what I was told to do without complaining about it.
The second to the oldest brother (Pete) had remained in Arizona he had a job working at the university and had started a new relationship with the girl he is still with to this day, he had previously got out of a relationship with a girl that didn't like being tied down she had lots of boyfriends which my brother didn't agree with but managed to get her pregnant right before they split up.
My brother made sure that she was taking care of herself and keeping doctors appointments he was there for the delivery of my niece and brought her home cause his ex couldn't care for the baby she liked the night life too much and having to tot the baby around would of ruined her chances of any guy wanting to date her. It was hard for him to go to work cause he had a newborn and a new girlfriend...