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As a child, I grew up in the Dallas projects, until 1st grade. It was also around that time that my father and mother divorced and we moved into a gray house for rent by my mothers good friend (Celia). I was in 2ND grade when a boy from the neighborhood took me into a old garage and sexually assaulted me. I never told anyone,and I don't remember much about that day. There has to be angles watching over God's little children, because I'm here.
During that time as alittle girl, when my mother was out and left me with the neighbor's to watch me and spend the night till morning,to young to understand,the young girl of that family would touch me and kiss on my face, I was scared and would hide in the closet, so they couldn't find me. Waiting for my mother to come,and Thank God she did. I never told. For it is written remember not the former things or the things of old, for behold God will do a new thing, shall you not know it, it shall spring forth. Change is good. Trust God for change.
In the third grade,she moved us in a pink house to a place called Pleasant Grove. It was my mother's first house. But we were challenged by neighbors as we were one of the first Spanish family's in the area, alot of the kids picked on me at school and at home, and that made me cry alot, but then one day, after a year or so, that all stoped when I began to take up for myself. There was so much peir presser, to be like them and I remember my heart turning cold but I made friends, and as time went on , I became a bully to some of the kids in my school. I was skipping school in the 3rd grade and began smoking in the 5th or 6th, and it didnt stop there I was always in trouble for something at home, and even got caught stealing from a store. My mother would blame my sister for everything that I did because she was supost to take care of me while our mother was working 2 and 3 job's. I was what you would call a latch key kid.You know the kid who has the key to there house safty pin to there pants. Because of me, my sister and I got our ass wiped hard. I'm sure my sister, being 2 years older then me either resented me or forgave me for what my mother did. I love my sister who my grandparents raised until the 7th grade,thats when my mother brought her home to live with us. Sylvia was devastated leaving the only mom and dad she knew at that time. And came to an unstable and many times unloving home. To be continued, And may the God of peace be with you. Amen