When I think back at my childhood, I remember feeling insecure, worried, and anxious. There were times that I wasn’t sure if my mom was going to be able to make the rent after she remarried and we lived in an apartment.
Day 67: Finding Security
I remember a night when my mom and stepfather had a big argument. I don’t know what it was about because my brother and I were in our room getting ready for bed.
My mom came into our room and gave my brother and me a big hug. She started talking about leaving if that would make things better for all of us, and I didn’t understand the context of why she said those words. She held us tight, and we held her tighter, and my heartbeat fast.