Personal Narrative: Waking Up As The Parent At Home
It was October of 2013 when my dad, Ian Kideys, was sentenced to five years prison. My dad had always been there for us: my two younger brothers, my mom and I. However, our picture perfect family quickly fell apart after he went away. My mom couldn't handle raising us and turned to drugs and alcohol. Tamer, barely twelve, got caught up in the wrong crowd and began to do poorly in school. I isolated myself from my friends and grew extremely depressed.
Out of necessity, I slipped out of this negative mindset and stepped up as the "parent" at home. It had only been a few months since he left when my mom began numbing herself with drugs, appearing more like a zombie than a real person. Before I knew it, I was kissing all the regular freedoms a
Out of necessity, I slipped out of this negative mindset and stepped up as the "parent" at home. It had only been a few months since he left when my mom began numbing herself with drugs, appearing more like a zombie than a real person. Before I knew it, I was kissing all the regular freedoms a