Cleveland
My mom and my dad get divorced, we go far away to California and back. Next we're in Cleveland, Ohio, the most ghetto neighborhood possible. We live, good and bad. We get a Cane Corso puppy and name him Pookie. My mom and grandma do what they can. My sister has trauma. But we all do what we can even as young children.
The accident
2014.
Coming home from daycare/preschool, get hit by a red car. Hit us and drove off. The accident, the accident! My mom's back was destroyed and my grandma's neck was fucked. I can remember we were standing next to our wrecked car wondering what would happen to our mother as the sun was setting, but life prevails. Death, murder, a shooting by the church. As for the visitations with my father, I don't remember much, just us playing and having fun on the jungle gym and toy kitchen. Our dad brought us Elsa toys and others, but I remember being happy and innocent.
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Life for me as a kid was fun, I have always had my moments where I've thrown tantrums, but what kid hasn't you know?
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