User:Jenthetomboy

HEY, people guess what...that's right this page is all about me. So lets see where to begin.

I was born on April 23, 1992 in the back seat of a taxi in the city of Pheoniz, Arizona. As strange as it may sound I was born there for a reason. My biological mother was a crack and cocaine addict, so if she was to be admitted to the hospital that would mean she would be caught and put into some type of drug care thus losing custody of me. The reason why I was born in Pheonix was because she knew I was due anyday so she went out searching for my father but sadly failed to find him in time. So as a result she had me then lived with her older sister for about a three weeks. Now lets skip to me at the age of 11 months. The reason why I skipped to this time is because on this day my life changed forever. My mother finally found herself a new boyfriend but was still tight on money so she continued to sell drugs and her body for a little extra cash. One night she told her current boyfriend to watch my four year old brother, shane and me. She had promised she would be home a few hours later, but when she failed to show he had to go to work. So as a result he left us in the broken hotel all alone for two days. Well soon enough, with me still being a baby I would cry non-stop. The neighbor soon heard me and called protection services. My brother and I were put into urgent care. My ears were bleading because my eardrums had busted from infection and I was very malnurished and so was my brother. Soon my mother arrived home to find the police waiting for her. After finding out that we were taking out of her custody she attempted suicide but failed.

Soon after she was admitted to a drug treatment facility. She said she planned on completing the entire program and thus gaining back full custody of my brohter and I.

Come to find out that she had checked herself out

within two day of being in treatment.  So as a result of failed treatment my brother and I were taken from her custody.

[rom that day on I was placed along with my brother in multiple foster homes some abusive some not. Okay since we are talking about my foster homes I might as well start a new paragraph.]

foster homes The one foster home that I personally remember the most would have to be that of the Turners. Now this foster home was also the worst. My brother and I were constantly abused with items such as a boat paddle and a belt with nails. I was only 2 at the time and my brother was only 6. The Turners were well known for being very religious. So they told us as an exscuse that we were already adopted. And with us being as young as we are we believed them with open hearts. Thus us being somewhat stupid for doing so, but us being as young as we were we really didnt know any better.