It's 6:30 am on a Wednesday morning. I should be going to school but my mom says I need to go with her- on a road trip. I ask why and she says, “You’ll find out.” We got dressed, packed snacks for the road and pillows in case I got sleepy. We got on the road and I asked my mom to stop at Mc Donald's so I could use the restroom. She grows irritated because I didn't go before we left the house. I use the restroom and buy a Mc Chicken then climb back in to the car. Again I ask my mom where we are going and still she will not tell me. We enter the freeway and drive.
I remember when my life was perfect,
I remember when my life wasn’t so perfect.
I remember finding out that my mom had cancer for the first time.
When I was younger my mom was not around, but my dad was.
My dad was my favorite person.
But when I was 6 years old I had to watch my favorite person die right in front
of my face.
The one who told me I was the best thing that ever happened to him.
The one who loved me the most.
The one who took me to get ice cream even when I was bad in class.
So both of my parents were gone.
I was about thirteen years old when the truth finally came out. I was outside when my mom called me into the kitchen.
She was crying. And I didn’t know why.
She asked me a couple of questions, some questions I never thought she would ask. But finally they were. “Has anyone ever touched you?”
