The days spent at that school, while not many, were the longest I had ever experienced. And the situation at home, was only worsening. Soon, my mother turned to alcohol, and eventually drugs to get by, and was caught of course, and sent to jail after being pulled over with an open container and a baggie of meth. She was released and placed on probation, but only lasted a while before being caught again, and this time it was for good.
After receiving the news, I had to uproot again, and head back to Broken Arrow with my Dad, to try and start again, still only 11 years old. While my Mom spent her time in jail, my grandmother was left alone, but not for long, as my mother was released after 3 months and placed in drug court. She is now clean, after 5 years. As for me, I am still here in Broken Arrow, thankful that those days are gone, and always hopeful that each day here will be better than the one before it. With each day that goes by, these memories seem to grow stronger stronger, having an increased effect with time. But living in the past is not an option these days, wasting time on things that are done will get you nowhere, and the time to move on and forget is now, before any more time is