“What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.”
There are many cases were children grow up in a single family house hold. Either they grow up with their mother or they grow up with their father. I actually grow up with my mother. My mother raised me by herself at the age of 15, with the help of her parents. I can’t blame my father for not being there he just wasn’t ready for a child. No matter what I will always love him.
My mother and my father were both 15 years old when she got pregnant with me. Of course she was scared and her parents were upset with her. My mother had me before she turned 16 years old. She had a job at Wendy’s and made sure I had whatever I needed on her own. My father was at the hospital when I was born, but I don’t really remember him being there like that. A month or so after he got my mother pregnant, he got my sister’s mother pregnant. My father was always there for my sister, but he wasn’t really there for me. My mother didn’t worry about it because she took good care of me.
Eventually my mother was a senior and she had my brother. My mother did graduate with her class and on time. My mother was 18 had her own place, car and job. On top of all that she was taking care of two children. About a year later she had my last brother. None of our fathers where there for us. A few years later my father got in contact with me through my grandmother. He told me that he would like to see me. I agreed to see him and meet the rest of my siblings. That’s when I met my two sisters, his step daughter and wife. I did like them and enjoyed there presents. Every other weekend I was with my father, until I was about 13 or 14. When I was over there I got sick and stopped going over there. I was still kept in contact with him and my sisters.
I moved from Ohio to Georgia my freshmen year of high school. Since I moved to Georgia I have not talked to my father since I left Ohio. He didn’t call me on...
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