Chapter 4 My mother's mother

Chapter 3

Joslyn's pov

I remember seeing kids with their fathers laughing and playing and thinking that wasn't normal. For me getting beat on and being called names was normal. Having a family that only cared about themselves. Feeling like if you disappeared no one would even notice, or care.

My mom seemed to love being single now that the divorce was final. At twelve I shouldn't have known what that word meant. One night when I was about thirteen my mom went on a date and never came home. I stayed up worried that something had happened to her. Somehow through all of this I had become the adult, and her the child.

My mom did come home the next day with hickeys all over her neck. I asked her where she had been, and she said a friend. I guess the big guy that brought her home was now a friend. Her friend must not have had a phone. That's why she couldn't call not because she didn't care right?

My mom started to go out more and more over the years, and I was home taking care of my brothers. They would run the neighborhood, and no one seemed to care. I was just a kid it wasn't my job to be a mom.

I remember my grandma waking me and my brothers telling us to help her fill jugs and the tub because it was going to flood. I looked to see if my mom was in bed, but once again she was out. Here we were kids doing all this work so we could have water. We were so tired by the time we had everything filled.

At 2am my mom finally strolls in drunk off her a**. I was so angry with her. She couldn't even walk so I had to help her and put her to bed. Me the child having to put my grown mother to bed. Where is the justice in that?

I slowly started to hate her at this point. I was so busy being the mother that I forgot how to be a kid. My childhood was dead and gone. Taken from me like so many other things before it.