From the Begining day 1

 This is day one of telling the story of my life.


It all started when I was turning nine and my mother decided that she was no longer happy with her customary life and routines. No... it did not start then. She was never happy; If there was not chaos in our house she would make it. It was hard living with her. It was even harder for my dad because he never wanted to leave us; he just wanted us to be a happy family. I think we were a happy family when our mom and dad were not fighting all of the time, which was rare. All my siblings and I used to sleep outside if the fighting get really loud or my mom started throwing things. That was another thing she did, she would get angry and throw our stuff all over the place.  When she got into one of "her moods" we knew to hide our stuff if we still wanted it when she was calm. She also never liked to stay in one house for a long period of time. We were constantly moving around from one rental house to the next. Right when we would get comfortable, we would be moving again. It was easy for her to move because we did not go to school. After a while it just became routine; we would all be sitting around and mom and dad would get into a big fight and then we were moving again. That is just how our life worked. We were just playing along with our mom's insanity.