In a couple of months my mom had a new baby which was me! Monica was five years old by this time. It wasn’t that easy since my mother had another little one to take care of. My father, Sergio, didn’t help much even though he had three jobs. My mom worked from 5am to 5pm. She would come home around 6 o’clock and take care of us and still cook dinner for my dad.
My sister Jenny would pick us up from school. She would constantly get in trouble because we Monica and I were always the last ones in school. The teachers would complain and threaten to call the cops. This put more pressure on my mother because now she was at the brink of losing her children.
My sister Jenny had to take earlier classes at LACC, Los Angeles Community College, so that she could pick us up on time. My sister never got to graduate from college because she had to take care of us. My mother was really busy trying to keep the family together, since my father was gone most of the time and my brother was heading in the right track.
When I was seven years old my father moved out. My parents were never married but it was hard not seeing him at home. He would just come once a week. One day when I was about to turn eight my mother received a phone call. My mother answered and the lady on the other line said that she was my father’s husband and that they had a baby. My mom’s world came crashing down.
My mom was left once again, now with four children.
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