Around when I was seven years old, something I would never imagine happened. It made my mind lose it. I never did want to talk about it because at that time I was also having to deal with seeing my parents argue every day. On my seventh birthday, my father used cocaine and my mother got frustrated and so my father ended up kicking out all the guests. I remembered when they got divorced my mother would work two or three jobs a day.
I never did see her around and her new boyfriend would spend time with me and my brother, so I got close to him. He had become my father to me. And I think from all those years not having my mother actually separated our relationship. When she left her boyfriend, I wanted to stay with him and his family.