Get Out Of Here You Degenerate: The Word That Changed My Life

"Get out of here you degenerate" were the words that changed my life forever spoken from my own mother. That was the day I was kicked out of my house at the age of 16 years old. Forced to find new shelter and ways to sustain myself with a minimum wage job. I was left with what i could pack in a red 30"x 20" inch Tommy suitcase I had bought from goodwill two years ago. It had almost as much rips as my heart after that much reaped day. I had to give up my regular life for the ailment between birth and death had dragged me by my collar to a crossroad in my life. Where do I go? What do I do with my life? Do I continue in school? Do I…. no. Those were the only words I had to tell myself. No to letting my sentiments parade over my thoughts, no to
It was like the chains wrapped once around me as a person were broken free but with consequences. For then the same person who bid me farewell fell ill two months later. Hospitalized and with my father constantly working I had to step up and take care of my little brother. Work two jobs, keep up with schoolwork, and become a parent. For 6 months I had slept a total of 22 hours a week on average. I had overbearing classwork loaded on top of taking care of my autistic little brother. Yet despite working myself down to the bone everyday I never gave an excuse and I never gave up. This rebellious attitude that makes me who I am comes from the way I was shaped around my family. I always was raised from poverty but that wasn’t the part that gave me the fight I have today. It was the reason why I lived in poverty that shaped me as a person, for my father was a fully licensed veterinarian back in nicaragua and my mother was at the top of her class. When my dad found out his accreditations didn’t count here he gave up because he got lazy. My mother had been kicked out at 16 just like me but gave up on herself and let life win.