3 Chapter 2

"Sandra…. Sandraaaaa…. come over here we're heading home I'll make your favorite dish if you come out on the count of three." For some reason those remarks remain in my head for those were the last memories that I had of my mom. With those simple lines I knew that I was loved but I still couldn't let go of fact that she left me. She raises me nurture me but I constantly felt betrayed for she left me. But I visit her very often I tell the new yet many life goals that I have, and my many accomplishments that I have made but I still couldn't bear myself to let go and move on. For my heart cling to her. I was only five when I had to grow up I had to face first hand on losing someone that I loved. Even though I was only five I had made a promise to myself that I could never love someone again because I hated the feeling of being weak. I hated the idea of being left behind and abandon.

I've never met my father for it was a mistake that lead to them having me. So for those five years it was just my mom and I and that was enough, just her and I.

I've been in foster care for my father did exist but never once did he visit me his abandoned daughter, but for some reason I was fine with that I was fine with the fact that I didn't have to have the chance to lead my heart to another attachment.

I dedicated myself into my part time job and my studies I've had many sleep less nights. I've even started working at a job at the age of fourteen. For I have saved money and invested my money into this small stocks share. Many have seen me as an opportunist for I didn't waist a chance on an opportunity for I have always depended on myself. Since I was a freshman in high school I kept on applying for scholarships for I was aware of the fact that there is high expense on the chance to pursuing a higher education. And I wanted to escape this deprived state that I am in.