I still remember a lot that happened when I was a child.. and sometimes I wish I didn’t. My biological mom (we will call bio mom) was a rebel child. She had 3 children by the age of 20 something, and didn’t really know how to care for them. She had Mike, my oldest brother, Donald (the middle child) and me. None of us come from the same father, and we are all between 18-24 months apart. My oldest brother, stayed with my grandparents a lot and although I remembered him, I didn’t get to spend a lot of time that I remember with him. He and I are very similar when it comes to our emotions. We are both mentally stronger than our other brother. I always joke that Michael got the looks, Donald got the talent, and I got the brains (and moral compass). Donald was always the trouble child. He was always being disruptive, and pretty much a brat. I remember him always being overweight, and having really low self esteem, but without a moral compass, his low self esteem turned into an ego. There is a difference. He was more of a deviant than anything else. Then there was me. I never got in trouble, unless it was typical kid stuff. I was afraid to get into trouble, but I knew that if I ever did, my brothers were there. I remember the man that my mom lived with; Jackie Patton (who later converted to Judaism and changed his name to Jeru Levitz Goldstar I’ll just call him Jackie) . He had a house that for some reason I can only remember the bathroom, the living room, the locked bedroom, and the bedroom I was in on my last day there. I remember getting off the bus when I was in kindergarten, and I had pig tails in my hair. Jacky grabbed them and drug me home. He also brought his 2 doberman pinscher with him, he knew they scared me and he liked to make them bark and snarl at me to show me he was bigger and badder than me. (NOTE: I was four or five.. it wasn’t hard) .. So moving on, I remember being dropped off at the bowling alley and sitting down on the stairs and eating cherry bombs, and my brother Donald would come up to me, and check on me, and steal a cherry bomb. I dont remember much of mike because my grandparents actually had him most of the time. One of the last three things I remember was Jacky’s son, Danny, coming to the front door all bloodied because he was in a fight. 2nd thing I remember is my mom being hurt so bad by him that we were taken to the car and jackie sat with us in the car until everyone left, we were parked around the corner so no one can see us. and the third thing is I was in the back bedroom, my mom gave me a jacket and my winnie the pooh doll and a rabbit (that I still have today) and she said i love you. that was the last time I saw her for many years.
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