Personal Narrative: Drug Adoption

When I was younger, my parents used to do drugs and spend their time with each other instead of me.. one night that I remember vividly, I was watching cartoons on our T.V., mommy and daddy were doing their “grown up stuff” (drugs) in the bedroom. There was a knock on our front house door, I hopped up and answered the door to see a policewoman in the doorway. She asked if my parents were home, I said, “Yea, but they don't want to be bothered right now.” She stepped in the house while I ran into our living room that was connected to my parent’s room. I yelled for my parents to come out, and they did thinking that something was wrong. I guess my father had a warrant out for his arrest because he was caught buying drugs down the street. The police officer then also arrested my mother,
My parents ended up getting off on parole, and a year later my brother was born. He was transferred to the home that I was in because the judge still did not think my mother was deemed fit to raise him. A few years passed, and my mother was getting better and started to pass all of her drug tests, so the judge allowed us to go back home with her. Everything was well, until my mother relapsed. I ended up taking care of a two-and-a-half year old baby. I was only ten at the time. It was a lot of responsibility. I had to feed him, and change him, and I had to potty train him. My mother's parole officer made an anonymous visit one day and decided to show up to our apartment to see my mother… as you could've guessed she wasn't in the best state to see her parole officer at that time. Once again my brother and I were placed in a home that we lived in for a while. My uncle, whom that I currently live with, decided to let us live with him. The moral of this essay is that even though I seem like everyone else, I have learned to take on a lot of responsibility as a child to help me get to where I am