My Parents

I like my parents. Well most of them at least. It’s always been the dads that I have a problem with. My real dad is not a part of my life so I can’t really like someone that I have never met.
My second dad Chuy, well I liked him when I was a little kid but I didn’t really see him for what he was. When I was little I thought he was great. He always got me what I wanted. He bought me new things all the time, and I never got in trouble with him.
I never thought that when we went to Mexico it was to smuggle drugs and who knows what. He put my mom and me in a lot of dangerous situations that I would probably be okay with if I wasn’t in my current situation.
My last and current dad Guillermo I like. At least now I do I used to think he was the worst guy ever. He never wanted to let me go anywhere. My curfew was at 11 pm. We constantly fought. Eventually it got to fist fights, cops, and DT or jail for one of us. Now I get him a lot better after extensive anger management for both if us.
I absolutely love my mommy. She has done what she needed to do for my sisters and me even if it wasn’t what was best for her. She has sacrificed a lot for me and my safety, including her happiness. I could never dislike her even if she dose make me mad sometimes.

Ali