My sister always looked out for me whenever I needed anything from my mother. She would make my mother give me things that she knew I needed, which was mostly for school. My sister got pregnant at fourteen years old and my mother still looked at her the same way. My mother loved my sister unconditionally, through her flaws and all. Why she couldn't love me that same? What did I do to cause her to hate me? I tried to impress her on so many levels, but nothing I did was good enough. I thought it was probably because I resemble my father, and she was mad because he died and left her alone to raise us. Then again that was insane!.
Finally, thank you Jesus! The good Lord had answered my prayers after all these years. He sent someone to save me from all this abuse, my god-sister. My god-sister wanted me to go live with her, but of course my mother didn't want me to go. She thought that if I would stay with my god-sister she wouldn't be able to get the social security check that I would receive every month from my father's passing. My god-sister informed her that it wasn't about the money and that she could keep everything she just wanted me. After begging and pleading with her for weeks she finally decided to let me move with my god-sister. Hallelujah, bye-bye Louisiana, hello Texas! I rode all the way to Dallas, Texas, on the greyhound by myself. I loved my god-sister and she loved me. After being out there for a few months I felt that something was missing. I couldn't understand why I was feeling that way. I was living in Texas with my god-sister she was showing me love and I was having the time of my life. I thought love was what I needed, and that would make me happy. I think I had become homesick. I was missing the miserable life I was begging God to take me away from. My god-sister thought that I would feel better if I would visit Louisiana for the summer. I came for the summer to visit and never went back to Texas.
