When I was 7 years old my grandmother granted custody of me because of my mom’s drug addiction. After that my mom was in and out of my life and I became very depressed. My grandmother would sign me up for things in church to keep me busy. We always took trips in church and did skits which I really enjoyed doing. I started making good grades in school and just seemed overall happy.
When I was around 9 years old my grandmother signed me up for a horse competition in Jackson, Mississippi called The Dixie Nationals which I won second place twice. When I was 10 my mom and grandma moved in with each other in a house my uncle owned along with her girlfriend at the time and her girlfriend’s sons. I didn’t understand why at the time but my grandmother fell into a deep depression which caused her to check herself into the hospital. While she was in the hospital my mom was supposed to take care of me until she came back home, but instead she partied and would send me to school in wrinkly clothes. One day after school my mom told me she had to take her girlfriend to the hospital and that I’d be staying with my cousin. She left me a phone number I could contact her, a few pairs of clothes for school, little medical supplies and left. A few days went by and we tried calling my mom with no success. So, my cousin decides to call my grandma because the weekend is coming up and I had ran out of medication, medical supplies and clothes.
My grandmother had checked herself out of the hospital to find that my mom took her car, cleaned her bank account and ran to another state. We went to live with my family members until we got an apartment of our own.