When I was a child

When I was a little girl my father was a heroin addict. This is not something that I am proud of or ashamed of. He left when I was 7 and my mother was about 25. My sister was three. We started out to live at my grandmothers house but were soon moved to the city. My mother met someone knew and instead of drugs there was lots of drinking. I grew up listening to my father was a heroin addict and my sister and I were not going to amount to much being children of a junkie. My mother tried but throughout the years things started to get worse. I was hit, kicked and given a certain amount of time to eat my meals before it was taken away. When I 13 I lied on a application to get a job as a bus person but my wages were garnished for my mothers diet pills. These things were the norm to me. I tbecame older still and dropped out of school at 16 and went to night school to get my GED at 17. I had to leave the area but I wasn't sure how. I enrolled in culinary school in RI but left to move to Maryland at 21. These things have hurt me in my present life because I was not allowed to become of a foster parent because of what they said was an abusive childhood but I take anxiety medicine to help me cope. My work  helps me heal. forgiveness and love helps me heal.When you move away from the people who have one perception of you and journey to a place where no one knows you things change. To change as an individual is one of the hardest things a person can do but it can be done.