d, either my mom finished the camp or got sick of it because one day my mother’s mom came and we went to live with her. We did not stay there long and as soon as my mother could, she moved out to an apartment. We moved constantly and all the apartments we moved to were infested with rodents and roaches. Although my mother attended the way to wellness camp she nonetheless continued to use heroin and more problems arose. If I was asked to describe it’s lowest based on the knowledge of my eyes I would say it was when my mother and he friend went to Compton to get her drugs. The streets were dirty the housing was almost crumbling the mentally ill and homeless wandered the streets, some of them had children. The senses of wellness had been lost and know one cared to find them. I was always very afraid and fearful of the people who inhabited this place. I hated my mother for making me go with her and what made me even more upset was that she would sell my toys to get money so that she could buy her, “temporary wellness”. On one occasion she went to the store with my little brother and she took my brand new red bike that I got for Christmas and my brother took his new blue bike. They left and the trip took longer than usual and I began to get scared and wondered if some thing may have happened to them. It was getting dark and I was terrified. Finally they returned with groceries but without any bikes. She told me that while they had been shopping that someone had stolen the bikes. I was deeply saddened because I wanted that bike for so long and when I got it for Christmas it was exactly how I pictured it. I didn’t doubt her until I thought about it more. She knew what that red bike meant to me and if I were there while she traded it for another few ounces of drugs, I would have put up a fight. Then a few weeks later, I was with my mother and her friend and this time we went to a different dealer than usual and he ...
