One of the saddest moment of my life was the day my father took me away from my mother
Before it happened I was living with my mother in Long Beach, California. I lived with my mom because my father mister big shot banker didn't want to have me around 24/7. Not that he didn't want me he would say, things were just too "complicated". My mother on the other hand was my favorite person in the world, and even though she was stuck with me I know she loved me. But Torri, because she never allowed me to call her mother, was like a scale. " She has her ups and downs" my pop pops use to say to me when she would act funny. Even the slidest touch could unbalance her you would come to notice. So when granddaddy passed that was that burst of harsh wind for my momma. My mom couldn't deal with the world around her, let alone raise me. There would be times where I would go hungry for days and not have a thing to do but major sure she was still alive. Her room would be so dark and she would jump at the first sight of light I would try to invite in. Then the day came when my father said that he would not help my Torri anymore .I guess thats what pushed her over the edge.
We were able to manage throughout the following months. My mom would disappear for hours, leaving me alone all the time. "When I was your age my mom would leave me all the time. Your a very good girl you will be fine, I love kimberlee" she would say. But when she would return home she would be a completely different person. She would stink and begin to act funny and then her usually funny way. Later on in life I found out it was drugs and other activities that required her body. The night it happen I was 8 years old and all alone, again. I would always stay up late to wait for Torri to come home. So around 12 am as I watched midnight cartoons there..was a knock on the door. I went to open the door and realized it was my father.
My dad was very good looking fair skin man with brown, slick hair and brown eyes. My dad since he was a to rich teen father my grandparents want my father to destroy his life with me and my mother. You know the poor beautiful black girl from the wrong side of the tracks was nothing but bad news, just another girl wanting a quick buck. So when my mother got pregnant with me it proved them right. They didn't want to see that my parents really loved each other, so they convinced him to let my mom go. My mom drop out of school to take Care of me and my dad stayed in and my grandparents paid for his mistake. But they didn't let him forget about me. When was baby they visited all the time, and then as me and dad got older the visitors became birthdays and Christmas, and then none.
"Kimberlee, why are you still up so late" said as he shook the cool November air off his flushed skin. I shrugged my shoulders as I stared down not trying to make his gaze." So, are you going to let me in ,or not"
