My+Story

=__**My Story!**__=

I was born on September 8th, 1994. I am 14 years old and my name is Mindy. When I was first born I was in a foster home for a week and I ended up living with my grandma and grandpa. I grew up on a bad side of town. I grew up on the eastside with my grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, and my sister. I have two brothers and two sisters. My oldest sister is 18 and her name is Alyssa, and my youngest sister is 6 and her name is Roberta. My youngest brother is 4 and his name is Ian and my oldest brother is 12 and his name is Adam. During the first 6 months of my life I was hooked up to a heart monitor because I have a heart murmur. I had 6 little sticky things on my chest to monitor my heart and if the monitor started going off that either meant that my heart stopped working or one of the little sticky things fell off. When I was about 5 or 6 years old my parents had split up. My mom messed up and I caught her and I told my dad. So sometimes I still blame myself for the break-up. After they were broken up for a few years, my mom popped out Roberta and Ian, and after a couple of years my mom had done some pretty harsh things to my two sisters and my little brother. So she ended up getting all three kids taken away from her. My sister Alyssa went with her aunt and uncle, and my little sister Roberta went with her grandma, and my little brother had to be put up for adoption because no one in my family would take him. Well when all that happened with mom and her kids, I was already with my dad. My dad had taken me with him when they had broke up. My oldest sister was bounced around throughout the years of living with her aunt and uncle. She lived with them for a while, then she went and lived with her grandma then she went and lived with her cousin and now she is living with one of her friends. My little sister is still living with her grandma and my little brother is now living with a very good caring and very wealthy family. It has been about 4 or 5 years since I have talked to her. I have had no communication with her throughout those past few years. Well this year, four days after my birthday, on September 12, 2008 my mom had sent me a birthday card and $40. This was the first type of communication that I have had with her in about 5 years. I was really happy but at the same time shocked. I miss my mom terribly and I hope to see her soon. It’s the start of a new beginning. All of my other brothers and sisters have had some type of communication with her since she had them taken away. I am hoping that in the end everything will have worked out, and everything will be back to normal. Well this is my story.