When I Was Younger-

I was born in August in the years of the 1994's.

my dad he was a tall white guy that was skinny and had teeth that was as yellow as butter, but he always smelled like liquor and smoke all the time. my mom on the other hand was mixed she was Hispanic and had Native American Blood to, she had long black hair waist long to and she was chubby but short. I was about three years old when I started learning about my dad's behavior was scary. he was always hitting my mom and the year he started on me... I was just turning three years old... my mom on the other hand didn't even try to stop him. he had just broken a couple teeth in my mouth because I wasn't doing something he wanted me to do though I was small I didn't understand.. the one thing I did understand was he was a monster and I should fear him. but them when I turned 4 year's old it was then I realized it was getting worse... j was being beaten up and raped by my own family.. my brothers, my father, and my uncle they were all bad.. i couldn't understand why my life was turned like this at that age i was looking at others and thought why isn't my dad like that... then I changed as a 4 year's old little girl I learned to not trust anyone. I mean "I can't trust family so why trust anyone?" I learned that year I cannot be weak. when I the. became 5 years old I had to start raising my fist born little sister. my mom started getting upset so she pulled out a knife and headed for the new baby girl in the house my instincts kicked in and I blocked the new baby by using my body to save her. I got stabbed at least 15 times that day saving a little precious new life. I decided I would raise her as if she were my own child though I was still one myself... but it was going to get harder and harder because I then had to save the next one I ended up with 3 gunshot wounds in my arm... I had to take them out myself because they didn't take me to the hospital.. I learned how to relocate my bones back in place the next child that came..she was thrown out a 3 story apartment window... I was then nine years old but our feeding resouces was so strange even though we were starving and didn't know God he was the reason why we lived because he feed us through his church... but when we got a house by then my sister's were then ages 2, 4, and 7 years of age and I was 9.. my oldest brother snuck out of the house left my other older brother in charge... we heard knocking at door we didn't know the person.. so my brother told us to hide in the attic until he got back.. turns out he got caught by the person we didn't know... she was nice but in my mind no one was nice for free... she took us to a black car buckled us up and then she had taken us away.. that was truly a blessing in disguise because it was 2004 when we got taken... we been through one home but then one of the children I raised wasn't with us.. we found out she was somewhere we weren't.. the second home we came to was different.. it was warm and there was always food and care... but then we had to have visiting with our bilogical family.. I got so sick every time we did see them.. it was making me give up back then my sister's were safe I couldn't eat.. I eventually got heart sick.. I couldn't keep food down in my stomach so I thought "what's the point of eating if I can hold it down??".. I was giving up on life but my foster mom took me aside asked what was wrong.. she was the first person I trusted in my life.. so I told her about the hell we went through.. all of it the verbal, sexual, and physical abuse we was going through... she took my the almost life less child away to a place call Millwood.. it's a mentally ill place to get help for children...I was nothing but bones as it was before but I was literally a walking Skelton with skin on it.. but because I was in that place I got help they gave me the nutrition I need to live.. I eventually got better by eating more though their food was horrible... but it helped me to go home.. when I got out I was picked up by my foster mom.. she then helped me to get even more comfortable at her home. it was better for the burden I was carrying on myself was lefted.. I even got to Know my Lord God was the one who was feeding me and my sisters.. he saved us from dying from our own blood parents and family members. I then was growing up and church was an amazing experience for me though I did have hard time staying up during the the of services... I was doing ok.. but my foster mom decided to adopt us when I was in high school in my sophomore year.. we had an evil lady go case worker... she was mean and spiteful.. I noticed she doesn't really like kids but her job was to help them... my foster mom was taking her to court so she could adopt me and my sisters.. she won the case and then we became a real family by name and true bonds... I learned what it meant to are about other living creatures besides animals I helped take care of my mom's father who has alhtimers for 6 years and still was in school to.. I was smart enough to keep up in grades and help my grandpa and my mom..it was a nice thing to do. my mom and grandpa appreciated it very much and thanks to that I am now taking care of an 93 years old lady.. she reminds me of my grandpa but she's a lady and he was a man...it's teaching me everyday that how precious time and life is... everyone has one life on Earth but the reward for after life is up to you...like

it says in Romans chapter 8 verse 28

and we know that God is working for thegood of those who are called according to his purpose... God blessed me and he can bless you too...thats the end of my storytime...