From My View- Susie Lewis
Age Nine
All of my friends have a mom and a dad- well except for Ashley. She only has a dad. Her mom died when she was four. At least she has ONE. Both my parents may as well be dead.
I never met my dad. My mom was never married to him. I asked my Aunt Susan about him, kind of what he was like. She said that he was a bank teller, and that he and my mom had gone out for a long time- almost two years. I can tell that Aunt Susan was lying. She's not very good at it. My father was probably an unemployed twenty-year-old that my mom had been seeing only for two days before they got in bed together.
My mom, I remember. She's still living- I think. She ran off to Houston with one of her boyfriends a few years ago. I'm used to it now, though.
Aunt Susan has always been my mother really. She knows me better than the one I was born too. I've spent most of my life with Susan. I mean, this wasn't the first time my mom ran off and left me with Susan.
First she went with a friend to go see what money they could make at the flea market when I wasn't even four months old. She came before I was one and moved us from Chicago to Phoenix. Susan left her job as a doctor in Chicago and followed us out here because she missed me so much.
When I was two and a half, my mom went to Miami, Florida for two years. She came back for a year, but then was off again, but this time to Los Angeles. She came back when I was almost six, but then left again when I was seven. She went to New York. Then she came back after a few months, and then she was off to Houston I haven't seen her since. It's been four years.
Susan is adopting me this time. She tried to every time except the second, but my mom always came back "just in time" saying she wouldn't do it again. My aunt has a big heart and is very gullible, so she would always drop the adoption case.
This time though, she swears she's going to go through with it. I'll be her daughter in two weeks.
It's weird, me "officially" being her daughter. To me, I always have. I mean, I guess my mom loved me, but not as a mother. She loved me as something like a pet. She had to make the commitment, but didn't want to, so she just figured she could get rid of me, and dump me on Susan. Susan, though, she never got fed up with me. She's the one paying my way through school. She's the one that is sheltering me. She's the one I've spent my life with.
After the adoption is finalized, Susan and I are going back to Chicago. She misses it there, and she thinks that we both need a new start.
She was going to leave an address with the neighbors, just in case my mom comes back and wants to know where we are. I begged Susan not to though. I'm so sick of my mom leaving, and turning our lives upside down. Then, just when Susan and I settle down again, mom comes back and messes up our lives again, and then just does it again.
If I am going to get a new start, I need a somewhat normal life. I can't take my mom coming back one more time. I just need to find my balance. Every time I almost find it, my mom comes back and it throws me off again. I'm the kind of person who needs to be "at peace with my self". I can't do that with my mom entering and leaving, and then reentering again.
Yeah, I miss my mom. Sometimes I wish she would come back- on the condition that she would stay put, but I know that will never happen. For now, I'm Susan's niece, then her daughter.
Age Nine
All of my friends have a mom and a dad- well except for Ashley. She only has a dad. Her mom died when she was four. At least she has ONE. Both my parents may as well be dead.
I never met my dad. My mom was never married to him. I asked my Aunt Susan about him, kind of what he was like. She said that he was a bank teller, and that he and my mom had gone out for a long time- almost two years. I can tell that Aunt Susan was lying. She's not very good at it. My father was probably an unemployed twenty-year-old that my mom had been seeing only for two days before they got in bed together.
My mom, I remember. She's still living- I think. She ran off to Houston with one of her boyfriends a few years ago. I'm used to it now, though.
Aunt Susan has always been my mother really. She knows me better than the one I was born too. I've spent most of my life with Susan. I mean, this wasn't the first time my mom ran off and left me with Susan.
First she went with a friend to go see what money they could make at the flea market when I wasn't even four months old. She came before I was one and moved us from Chicago to Phoenix. Susan left her job as a doctor in Chicago and followed us out here because she missed me so much.
When I was two and a half, my mom went to Miami, Florida for two years. She came back for a year, but then was off again, but this time to Los Angeles. She came back when I was almost six, but then left again when I was seven. She went to New York. Then she came back after a few months, and then she was off to Houston I haven't seen her since. It's been four years.
Susan is adopting me this time. She tried to every time except the second, but my mom always came back "just in time" saying she wouldn't do it again. My aunt has a big heart and is very gullible, so she would always drop the adoption case.
This time though, she swears she's going to go through with it. I'll be her daughter in two weeks.
It's weird, me "officially" being her daughter. To me, I always have. I mean, I guess my mom loved me, but not as a mother. She loved me as something like a pet. She had to make the commitment, but didn't want to, so she just figured she could get rid of me, and dump me on Susan. Susan, though, she never got fed up with me. She's the one paying my way through school. She's the one that is sheltering me. She's the one I've spent my life with.
After the adoption is finalized, Susan and I are going back to Chicago. She misses it there, and she thinks that we both need a new start.
She was going to leave an address with the neighbors, just in case my mom comes back and wants to know where we are. I begged Susan not to though. I'm so sick of my mom leaving, and turning our lives upside down. Then, just when Susan and I settle down again, mom comes back and messes up our lives again, and then just does it again.
If I am going to get a new start, I need a somewhat normal life. I can't take my mom coming back one more time. I just need to find my balance. Every time I almost find it, my mom comes back and it throws me off again. I'm the kind of person who needs to be "at peace with my self". I can't do that with my mom entering and leaving, and then reentering again.
Yeah, I miss my mom. Sometimes I wish she would come back- on the condition that she would stay put, but I know that will never happen. For now, I'm Susan's niece, then her daughter.