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I WAS THERE
(Chapter 1)
This is my birth place story. I was born in 1996 March 7.
Well here I go as a child I was not ever from a worthy rich family.
My biological parents did there best to raising my two older brother and me. Sometimes in life it not fair, in so many ways.
It all depinds on how your parents choose to be or act in reality.
My parents, my older brother, and me lived in Page, Arizona up until 1998.
I'm only 2 years old living with my parents, that work 2 jobs and have my auntie Pualine babysitting us three kids.
There was some fun times with our auntie, We would walk to the park every evening's.
We all would enjoy walking along the sidewalks and dangle are fingers along the fence.
Every morning my auntie wake me up in the morning and brush my hair and tells me, that I had pretty long hair like native lady called Pocahontas. She tell me , that I'm her beautiful niece she had.
But it was to bad that my parents just worked and became living a good life to the point my parents lived in the clouds as alcoholics and as very abusive partners.
Which changed everything for caring about us three kids that needed them for are wellbeings.
We went to moved close to my grandparents in the Navajo Nation on are home land in 1999.
I was 3 years old, and My mom Caroline, started to be a stay home mother to three kids and home school my two older brother Dominic and Castro as much she could.
Most of the time my father Clarence worked as railworker in Arizona. He would hitch hike to work. Just to provide and to find away to survive.
At this time we all had everything we needed and wanted in life.
Sady the three of us kids childhood went down hill, which ended with my drunk alcoholic father would came home from work drunk and get very angry at my mother. He was very abusive to my mother with jealously.
We would always listen to everyone get drunk in the travel trailer, that we lived in or outside.
They be having a good time and then end up with bad fights..
There would be holes, broken glasses everywhere we stepped with barefoot.
My mother would wake up everytime she got intoxicated, she be with us kids in bed with her face beaten.
She would wake up with us kids crying, hopelessly, dramatized.
We were just kids that didn't know anything about what life was about at all.
My parents would have to alway chop woods to keep us warm in the winter, while we lived in a travel trailer.
My father had give up on his job, after one night my uncle Oliver beat my both of my parents with a metal pipe on the head and my uncle Oliver almost killed my parents.
They got interfered with the past of negativities.
After all that bad influence, my mother came to realization.
To avoid from alcoholism, it only gets my dad very aggressive against my mother's well-being for her and three kids.
So she had to leave us kids behind with my grandparents.
Because she had to serve penalty time for DUI's and Assaults. She had to...
This is my birth place story. I was born in 1996 March 7.
Well here I go as a child I was not ever from a worthy rich family.
My biological parents did there best to raising my two older brother and me. Sometimes in life it not fair, in so many ways.
It all depinds on how your parents choose to be or act in reality.
My parents, my older brother, and me lived in Page, Arizona up until 1998.
I'm only 2 years old living with my parents, that work 2 jobs and have my auntie Pualine babysitting us three kids.
There was some fun times with our auntie, We would walk to the park every evening's.
We all would enjoy walking along the sidewalks and dangle are fingers along the fence.
Every morning my auntie wake me up in the morning and brush my hair and tells me, that I had pretty long hair like native lady called Pocahontas. She tell me , that I'm her beautiful niece she had.
But it was to bad that my parents just worked and became living a good life to the point my parents lived in the clouds as alcoholics and as very abusive partners.
Which changed everything for caring about us three kids that needed them for are wellbeings.
We went to moved close to my grandparents in the Navajo Nation on are home land in 1999.
I was 3 years old, and My mom Caroline, started to be a stay home mother to three kids and home school my two older brother Dominic and Castro as much she could.
Most of the time my father Clarence worked as railworker in Arizona. He would hitch hike to work. Just to provide and to find away to survive.
At this time we all had everything we needed and wanted in life.
Sady the three of us kids childhood went down hill, which ended with my drunk alcoholic father would came home from work drunk and get very angry at my mother. He was very abusive to my mother with jealously.
We would always listen to everyone get drunk in the travel trailer, that we lived in or outside.
They be having a good time and then end up with bad fights..
There would be holes, broken glasses everywhere we stepped with barefoot.
My mother would wake up everytime she got intoxicated, she be with us kids in bed with her face beaten.
She would wake up with us kids crying, hopelessly, dramatized.
We were just kids that didn't know anything about what life was about at all.
My parents would have to alway chop woods to keep us warm in the winter, while we lived in a travel trailer.
My father had give up on his job, after one night my uncle Oliver beat my both of my parents with a metal pipe on the head and my uncle Oliver almost killed my parents.
They got interfered with the past of negativities.
After all that bad influence, my mother came to realization.
To avoid from alcoholism, it only gets my dad very aggressive against my mother's well-being for her and three kids.
So she had to leave us kids behind with my grandparents.
Because she had to serve penalty time for DUI's and Assaults. She had to...
