Childhood Memories- My New Dad
We moved into a mans house on a hill. He was raising his daughter who was a couple of years younger than me with raven black hair. I always loved her long black hair. He adored her. We girls shared a room and a bed.
I had to walk to school literally up hill both ways. The school (I was in Kindergarten) was on another hill. bio-mom would walk with me. There was a little corner store where I would get this stuff that you put on the end of a little straw and would you would blow through the straw to make this plastic like bubble/ball. It smelled horrible!! I thought it was the neatest stuff in the world!
Bio-mom did not stay long before she left me there. She left because he was beating her. She later told me that he wanted me to finish the school year so he made me stay.
Any excuse to not have to deal with me. At 5 I was already used to that.