TROUBLES WASN'T JUST A NICKNAME FOR HER IT WAS WHAT LIFE GAVE HER UNTIL SHE MET THE MAN WHO CHANGED EVERYTHING

So my name is Crystal everyone calls me Troubles, because I always end up in very sticky situations.Those situations are not usually of my doing, it kinda just happens. Anyway, I have a little sister, who has always lived with me, also i have a little brother who was a d**g baby, and taken by the system at birth. He was given to my dads sister to raise. We got to see him a lot, we knew we were brother and sisters.We just didn't know why he didn't live with us. My parents were rough around the edges and a bit crazy. My mom was strung out on crank, slamming drugs with needles. That made her bat s**t crazy. My dad was always drunk, and her crazy made him real violent. They were always fighting about one sleeping with someone else. Every time they fought my dad ended up breaking all the furniture in the house. No one ever paid any attention to what my sister and I were doing, or if we even ate. My mom was always, either doing something Illegal for days, or asleep. She went to jail a lot. My dad was always off drunk with his brothers, or pretending to watch us. Most of my memories are hard to find, in any specific order. See my lifestyle made me have mental health problems. So i only get pieces of everything, with no exact time line or order. Sometimes i wonder if other people have the same problem? So let me tell you how i remember growing up.I began life living in the projects of tracy California. When i was about 2 or 3, my cousin and i wondered off while the adults were getting high. My mom finally noticed we were gone, mostly cuz my cousins mom was ready to leave. They looked for us and couldn't find us. They had all the neighbors looking and no one knew where we went. who the hell loses a two year old for three hours in your house? Well we weren't in the house! My mom, the hysterical tweaker, called the cops. She thought because there was an old man whose wife just passed away, he must have snatched us up. Poor old guy. The cops raided his house, while harassing him. On their way out they hear something in the garage. So they decided to open it up. There we were, painted like clowns! We had lipstick all over our faces and mascara. We were wearing big clothes, jewelry and heels. Happy as can be, oblivious to what everyone was looking at. My mom thanked the cops for finding us. Then snatched us up, took us home, and whooped our asses. When we didn't even do anything wrong. Later on, my sister was maybe one year old, and i was probably three years old, my mom was asleep for days. We were hungry, and my sisters butt hurt so bad. Because she s**t the day before, and no one had changed her diaper. She finally got the diaper off and ended up rubbing s**t all over the walls, crib and everything else. Then i went and stole the milk and a box of cereal out of the kitchen. I took it to the room for us. We poured it out in the closet on the floor, and we ate. We had been hungry for a second day. No food because no adults are awake to feed us. When my mom woke up we were asleep on the food in the closet. She was hella angry. She s*****d me, and was screaming why would you let her do this!?! Why did u pour all the cereal and milk on the floor!?! There is s**t everywhere! What the f**k were you thinking? I didn't know why i was in trouble. I didn't do anything wrong. My sister is the one who painted with s**t. So i just cried, which made her more mad. So i shut up before i got another one. It was like that for a long time. Finally i got to go to school. I got to eat breakfast and lunch every day. Some times i would feel guilty for my sister not eating. But i was always grateful for food. I brought her some stuff from my meals at school every day. So yeah dysfunctional lifestyle was what we had. I was out side at school for recess and the police are there talking to my teacher. They called me over to them. The officer says, hey lil girl is your name Crystal? I said, im not supposed to talk to police about anything. He said no worries, but i have your sister in the car, and i need you to help us calm her down. You are the one who usually takes care of her, am i right? I said you're lying, my sister is home, i locked the door when I left for school this morning. He said where were your parents? I said nice try, and he said, please just come help us. So i did, and they put me in the back seat with my little sister , she was screaming momma and wouldn't shut up. She was just crying pistol, i want mama. I tried to calm her down, but nothing was working. So i tried to get out of the car, and it didn't have door handles. So we were stuck, basically arrested because my mom was passed out and my sister got out of the house. She was wandering around the streets until the cops found her. I screamed at the cops that they tricked me, i want out, no one cared they took orders from cps now i saw my mom screaming at the cops and me y didn't you lock the f*****g door Crystal, you did this on purpose, are you happy now so some man in another car came Michael Nicholas from cps he was going to drive us to marry gram hall the children's shelter in french camp California my sister was in a car seat i used a seat bel so i unbuckled her and told her get ready im going to get us free to go home so mom didn't kill me so i told he get ready to jump she shook her head i opened the car door we were on the freeway he swerved and the door shut he pulled over on the freeway and yelled at me are you crazy you could have died he buckled us up again and put child lock on door and drove to the orphanage we were checked and asked about bruises and if anyone touches us then placed in different parts of the place until they got tired of my sister crying and made me hold her and sleep with her cuz she would only pout and cry softly she wanted to go to my mom we were there a short time this time because my aunt sue came the one who raised my brother we were there a few weeks and then my aunt sue was told by the court she has heart problems and 3 kisd is too much so we moved to my unkel jacks sons house the t*****e chamber his wife was nuts for real he was in the military so he was gone most of the time and she would be crazy behind doors and in front of people a Christian woman and polite as ever see i remember only distinct pieces of the time we served there because it was a real nightmare i don't ever remember seeing our parents that often she made us call her mom but i wouldn't so i got the wooden paddle often.