Moving around was a common thing for my family back when we were younger. It happened so many times I lost count. The reason was always either something we the kids did or because of my father, most of the time my dad was the reason. He was always up to something, usually no good. It was just him and us for a while before our mother was able to finally come over here from the Dominican Republic. I remember how much I missed her and wished she would hurry up and get over here already. Even though my mom wasn't here, it's not like my dad was exactly raising us alone. I don't even want to remember how many "step moms" we had as kids, it was probably more than how many times we moved. "Raising four kids alone is too hard for just one person" he used to say. They weren't all bad, some were actually pretty nice. One I can remember was the step mom we had when we lived on spring field St. in south Lawrence. Her name was Yolanda, she was nice and pretty too if I remember right. She had pale skin, long black hair that framed her small face. The thing I remember most about her were her eyes, not so much the color but the fact that they were kind.
Yolanda lived with us when we moved to south Lawrence after we left our old apartment where my dad had a fight with the neighbor. This place was more of a two family house rather than an apartment. On one side there was us and, the other lived another family but we never really saw them that much. The house had two stories with the bed rooms upstairs with a bath and the kitchen down stairs. And we had our own basement as well. Like always I had to share a room with my sister while my brothers had their own. The room was small, had old white walls, a bed and a dresser table, and also a huge teddy bear. It was a big blue teddy bear that was mine, I found him walking home from school one day somebody just threw him in the trash. I thought it was cool so I picked him up and took him home.
