#WritcoStoryPrompt118
Why do we often look for someone to blame when there is a problem? Tell us in story writing what you think about it.

I grew up with anger and hatred towards my mom. I was only 6 years on when Dad died so my mom gave me to my dad's sister. I grew up spoiled and loved by my aunt whom I call Mom. On my 18th birthday, my aunt told me everything I needed to know and how I got to be raised by her. Still I wasn't happy.

I hated the feeling of being spoiled by my aunt. I had a chance to see my biological mother and I cannot see her eye to eye. I hated her. Although I was blessed to grow up in a loving and caring home with my aunt it didn't gave me a satisfaction of being raised by her.

In my early teens, I started smoking and drinking. My aunt did not make it a big thing out of it. And when alcohol sinks in all I could ever think of is I was not good enough to be raised by my mom. It did not stop there. I began an adventure of mischief.

I join a gang of misfits on the streets, those whom have been abandoned by...