User:Aurora.phyllis

'''hi. im aurora.'''

''' when i was 3 or 4 years old i had family problems. my parents were alcoholis. each night my dad would come home drunk. he would try to my bedside and when he tries to hold me in his arms but each time my mom would make him put me down to sleep. and when he puts me down he walks out of my room. as i hear them arguing i get scared to death. i get up and i can see my mom pushing my dad out of the house because he was getting loud. after my mom kicked him out of the house i can hear him yelling F*CK! and my mom came to my room to check on me. she noticed i was up so she puts me to bed. the next morning my dad came around and he was fine he wasnt drunk like he used to be that night. everything was fine until he went back out to drink. and that afternoon he came home drunk again. my parents did the same things over and over again. they fought and yelled. my mom soon got tired of it so she called the cops on my dad. about a half hour later the police came by. they sent me outside. the police had a long chat with my mom asking so many questions. after they came to a question of fostering her kids. my mom agreed. but the one thing i still remember is after they had a talk with my mom. i remember my dad coming out of the house with handcuffs and when the police putting him in the back of the vehicle. and soon took my dad away. and my mom signed the papers for foster care. i was sent away to a home of strangers. '''

'''when i was 9. i got into the fact of drawing. so each time i drew on for hours and hours. my pictures werent that great back then. as i grew older. i started to face the fact of family problems again. but this time it was my foster siblings who were much older than i was. they fought and fought. but i soon got used to them arguing. i never cared what they did to each other. i just minded my own buisness. on august 2007. my foster family soon lost a daughter. she was my favorite sister that i could ever have. (even though shes my foster sister.) as i grew older and got immature enough to understand what was going on around me. i got to see my family on visits.'''

'''when i was 12. my mom died of a sudden death. i would cry myself to sleep every night and even have dreams of her. my mom was the best parent i could ever have. she used to send me mail, gifts. she knew she wasnt planning to leave me. at the age of 15.... well you could say i've gotten very depressed. i was so angry that i wanted to blame everyone for her death. every now and then i get depressed of looking at the things she gave me before she died. i wanted to hurt myself. i even get to the thinking where i wanted to cut and die. i talk to my boyfriend about my problems. i talk to my foster parents. but nothing helped for my sad, grieving, pain, lost, alone, and depressing life. i wanted to die so bad that i wanted my pain to end. all i want is my mom. i wanted to see her some more. i want to see her happy and not see any scars from her past. but i got to the point that i will one day be her only daughter who wanted to see her badly and who wanted to kill [slash] hurt herself. :'( i still feel the same now by telling you my life's story. im now gonna grow up feeling the same way. '''