My Roommate

I was tired of being mistreated, misunderstood and people acting as if me and my opinions didn't matter. I just wanted to get away from it all and start a life of my own and maybe if I'm lucky enough I'll find love. Luck has never been in my favor, I've been in foster homes since I was five years old. My father left when I was 3 years old and up till this day I have no why. Since my father left, my mother started drinking, she has never touched a drink in her entire life but I guess my dad leaving hit her harder than I expected. One day social services came to my house and hauled me off, they didn't want me to be in such a contaminated environment. And since that day I've been in and out of foster homes, my foster families were always horrible but there was this one family that stuck out to me, they were the most kindhearted people that I've ever met and they had a daughter just one year older than me, so I had a friend to play with, which was the silver lining of it all. Her name was Kimberly, she was very sweet and kind and she would always try to cheer me up, when I feel sad. But staying with them didn't last for long because one day social services came by their house and told them that my time in their home had come to an end. They tried to fight for me but nothing was enough. People look at me as a weak link, like I can't defend myself but there was more to me than it meets the eye. I was tired of being treated this way, so once I turned 18, I left to start a life of my own in New York. I boarded the first flight, as I got out the foster home, I had little money but I wasn't planning on living in this place any longer. Surprisingly, my dad left a few money in my name saving up for my college, and I took a few from it. The thought came to my mind, "why would someone leave college fund, if they were planning to leave." I planned on looking further into his disappearance but for now, I was just planning on being a normal 18 year old in the City of New York but then again, has there ever been anything normal in that City. I just sat there in the plane seat, thinking about what New York has to offer me. There isn't one day that goes by that I don't think about my dad, 4 years old me kept on asking myself the same question, why did he leave, does he not love me anymore. But 4 year old me didn't have the answer but a part of me believed that he had a god reason for leaving, some part of me believe that he never wanted o leave, that he still loved my mom and I. My mother was always there for me, she tried to fight for me but because of her state, the court didn't see her as a suitable parent. She always fights for me and I plan on doing the same for her. I plan on working hard, so she can move here with me and we can start over, maybe she'll even believe in love again. I haven't seen her date anyone since my father and it worries me. Because one should never live their life without love, it's just impossible in my book. We all need someone of our own, someone to wake up next to each day, someone to kiss you goodnight and be there at home waiting for you to step through the door. I think my mom blames herself for my dad leaving but I don't blame her one bit, even though I don't know the full story, I've only heard her part. I know that my mom didn't do anything for him to leave, she is too kind and selfless to do something horrible. But don't get me wrong, my mom has her days, she kick your *ss if you **ss her off. She tells me that she came home one day and saw him packing a suitcase. She demanded answers out of him but he didn't budge. He just without saying anything, that didn't make sense to me but I plan on finding out more. In a few Hours I'll be in New York City and ready to start my new life, hopefully with no drama or inconvenience. *Chapter one of this story may seem boring but read along you may enjoy it ☺️ Don't judge a book by its first chapter*