This Week’s Theme

This week’s theme is about trust. There is only one person in this whole wide world that I completely trust and have faith in, my other mother Sue. I had a rough childhood and she was the only person that I knew I could always depend on. I can’t really remember life before her. Well I can but I choose not too. I was eight years old when I first met her. She was our babysitter before and after school. At first I thought that she was mean because she was always punishing me and yelling at me when I did bad things. But now that I am older I realize that she was doing it for my own good. She was trying to give me a better life and put me on the right path.

I can clearly remember the day she changed my life forever. I was 12 years old and I was sitting in the living room when she brought a load of laundry up from the basement and told me to fold it. I didn’t even know how to fold clothes and she laughed at me. She sat with me on the couch and showed me how to fold clothes. We sat there and laughed and had a good time. I remember saying that I felt like she was my mother because she was always there with me and doing things with me that mother’s do with their daughter’s. At the time she was pregnant with her only daughter. She already had 2 sons. She said to me that she was like my mother. Later on that night when I went to bed, she came in to say goodnight and I was crying. She asked me why I was crying and I said because I didn’t have a mother.(well I did just not one that was with me growing up) She said that I did cause I had her and I could tell her anything, and she would always love me. Then she hugged me and I never felt more loved.

She was right. There was nothing that I couldn’t tell her. Anytime I had a problem I went to her for advice. She always knew what to do. Anytime I got in trouble I went to her and she helped me get back on track. I could always depend on her.

Then things got bad. My dad came home and said we were moving to West Virginia because he got a new job there. I was 13. I thought my world would end. We moved and the world didn’t end. I would call Sue every so often to let her know what was going on in my life. I would write her letters and she would always give me many words of encouragement. I stuggled with my life, but it was thoughts of her that always kept me on the right path.

Then my dad and stepmother split up and I was forced to move to Pittsburgh with my dad. It was just us, as my brother decided to move in with my mother, and my 2 sisters went to live with my stepmother. I thought everything would be okay cause Sue had brought me up to do the right thing. Everything went okay for the first few months. But I fell in with a bad crowd. I was on a downward spiral. My dad didn’t care what I did as long as I didin’t bother him. At 15 years old I was thiscloseto ruining my life forever. Finally my dad realized what was happening and halfway through my junior year of high school he gave me the choice of staying in Pittsburgh or moving to Maryland with Sue. I had never been more grateful to my dad then at that moment. I knew that I was in trouble and I needed help, so I decided to move in with Sue.

When I went to live with her, the first night back I told everything that I had done, and how I needed help. She was there for me to give me the help I needed. I went to school and did very well. She got me back on the right track. I told her every dream I had for the future and she told me that I could be anything I wanted to be. Her whole family accepted me as one of their own. They are all very close. Her children are my brother’s and sister. Her parent’s are my Nana and Pop. Her siblings are my aunt’s and uncle’s. I am one of them.

Even though I am back in Pittsburgh going to school, I am still very clsoe to Sue. I call her once a week and we talk about life, love, and anything else. There is nothing in this world that I can’t tell her. She is my best friend. I can trust her with anything. She has been my light through these dark times. I have been going though alot lately but just hearing her voice and words of encouragement make life seem so much better. I know one day I am going to finish school and make something of myself, not just for her, but because of her. I know she is already proud of me and will always be proud of me. But she has given me so much and now it is time for me to give back to her. The best way for me to repay the love and kindness that she has bestowed upon me is for me to be the best that I can be. Because of her I want to be a better person. I know I’ve made alot of mistakes in my life, but she has helped me see the lesson’s to be learned from them. I’m glad that she has come into my life. There is no person past, present, or future who could ever do what she has done for me. I guess that is why I trust her with everything in my life. She has been everything to me, and I am proud to call her my mother.