When i was 5 years old my mom pass away and i still cant believe it, everything that happend in life has been horrible. Lets start from the begginning my mom found out she was gonna be a mom again like every women she was so exited byut the doctors told her it could be dengeous for her that she should just looose the baby but she decided to have my little brother. When i found out that my mom was dead i wanted to trade places with her after a while her family said we had to go to a diffrent family my mothers mom did not want my dad taking care of us she always hated him for no reason until this day. She wanted to give my litttle sister and brother alway to my aunt like little kitttens and thats why i hate her so much i kniow hate is a strong word but thats how i feel every night i cried myself to sleep and having nightmares from the last night i saw my mom in that hospital bed with a dry tear on her face. I love my dad for taking care of us and being there when we need him the most he has been a dad and a mom for us and im very thankful for the dad god gave me.