I was four years old when my mother committed suicide from drug addiction. At a young age we found out I had a speech impediment where I had to go to special classes and was made fun of by everyone. I felt alone in all aspects of my life even with God. I was six when my dad got remarried but that didn't go as smoothly as we wanted because my older brother did not liker her all to much. I was eleven when she first moved out breaking my heart, and I was thirteen when she walked out during Christmas vacation telling me she didn't want me or my dad. It was in this time that my dad helped me see that God is the only solution to my problems. I may not have a mother right now but I have two loving Father's who protect me everyday.

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​Written by: M.M from GA