Everybody and every thing has a story, every person lives/tells a story and every life is a story. All those stories all begin with an obstacle or a challenge and the story I’m about to tell you is my story.
My challenge began in the second grade,surprisingly. First of all I am just going to start off by saying that I’m just going to brag a little now and say that I was a really good child, I did my homework, I followed the rules, I had dedicated my life to working on things/responsibilities that were given to me at that age (which weren’t much and weren’t that hard, but that were still important to me), while mom worked and provided a place to live in along with the food and our necessities, and my brother also took care of the household and me, and he also managed to do his homework, and take care of his personal responsibilities, and everybody worked hard to try to maintain a good and clean life in the moral sense. We were able to keep up this morally good life that we had built for ourselves but sadly that didn’t last long.
By the time when I was beginning Second Grade my brother started hanging out with new friends, friends who only wore the title just like a man can wear the title of a Father and not be a Dad or like a woman who can wear the title of mother but isn’t actually a mom. These so called friends were bad influences and they were the ones who got my brother into trouble but the worst part about it is that all people have choices, meaning my brother did too, and the so called friends can’t be the one’s to blame completely because they weren’t the ones who made decisions for my brother. He was the one who made decisions for himself and the one’s he decided to make weren’t the right ones for himself or for his family and that is what got him into trouble
As time went by my brother got into more and more problems. As soon as he turned 18, which was in February-his senior year-he quit school. That was also one of his decisions and another decision was that he left home and became the brother that I never wished for. For a few months we thought he was dead because he left our house out of the blue without any knowledge of where he was going, but he wasn’t then he found us and explained everything but my brother kept hanging out with the wrong crowd and at the age of 20 he was sentenced to ten years in prison. That was the moment I actually realized that nothing was ever going to be the same and that this was the beginning of a new story.