When she was around the age of 13 her mother passed away as well due to a drug overdose after getting out of jail. Maci was forced back into her aunt’s house where she then started to act out violently. Her aunt had had enough and sent Maci into foster care (Babakhan). She was first put into a group home where she got food, water, and shelter, but no love. That’s when her current mother Gigi stepped in, "Even though she had safety and medical care, she didn't have love.
Growing up different wasn’t always easy for me. My dad, Anthony Smigelski Jr., worked as an active duty officer in the Coast Guard and my mom, Claudia Smigelski, worked as a registered nurse. In 1976 it was illegal to perform an abortion in New Orleans, Louisiana so my parents, who were unsuccessful having their own children, moved to Louisiana in hopes they would have a better change to adopt a baby. On April 2, 1976 they got their wish; I was delivered to their home in Gretna, LA when I was only 10 days old. It wasn’t long after my parents got me that my father was transferred to Governor’s Island, NY when I was two years old.
Even if the world has stopped caring, the narrator is there to remember everything and maybe that’s where the regret comes from. The narrator may feel that what she “hasn’t done” is act as an adequate guardian, that she hasn’t remembered everything that made her mother the mom she knew and loved. That doubt could create the wound she talks about in the last line which
Once upon a time when I was younger I used to live in Lincolnton and I went to G.E. Massey. I was in the first grade. I was living with my Aunt Tammy at the time because my mother was living with my grandfather and so was my older sister. After I moved onto the 2nd grade I moved in with my pawpaw and my mother because my sister moved with our dad.
I chose this topic for a personal reason. One personal reason is because I was an eight-month-old baby when I was first placed in foster care. I was taken away from my biological mother when she decided to take me to the hospital. Once there the hospital staff diagnosed me with a severe bronchial infection on top of a severe skull fracture. When asked my biological mother couldn’t explain what happened and had multiple men that were not my biological father trying to give a reason for what had happened.
One day, the federales showed up, stole her money and her car and threw her in prison for a crime she didn 't commit. Napoleonic law kept her in prison for 5 years. She crawled out of a suicidal depression with the help of a therapist and the Mexican inmates who connected with her. She began thinking of how she could spend her time productively and built the "Prison Dolls" project. Collecting donated textiles, buttons, costume jewelry and beads, she taught the female inmates how
One of the scariest days of my life was the day I brought my first child, Noah home. I can remember getting home and feeling like I had no idea what I was doing. I was exhausted, sore, and scared out of my mind. I remember everyone telling me you just know what to do when you become a mother, but here I was with this little person, and I felt completely lost. I wasn’t able to get breast feeding down, I could’t stop the crying, and I felt the saddest I had ever felt in my whole entire life.
I was ten years old and I was walking down my street,I entered my house, dropped my school bag, ran upstairs, and saw my mom lying down. As soon as I walked in, my mom said, “I got some bad news.” At that moment my mind was fluttering with possibilities of what could have happened. She said “Your dad was incarcerated.” I didn't really know what to say at that moment; I didn't see the severity of the situation until I realized he was going to be locked up in a cage for 5 years and then deported back to the Dominican Republic. Not only did my dad's decision affect my ability to see him and brother. My mom didn't want me to see my father in prison.
At the age of five years old, my parents enrolled me in an at-risk preschool program and I was taught how to speak and communicate with my peers in the classroom. I believed that was the only time I would experience speech therapy, but it was not. My second experience arose from truly unfortunate circumstances, and differed as I was 18 years of age, within a month of starting college at a prestigious university and intending to move out of my parent’s house. In the summer of 2011, I was diagnosed with viral meningitis after I complained of arduous migraines for a week.The infection left me wheelchair-bound and unable to speak. I knew what I wanted to say, yet all I was capable of producing was gurgled frustration.
She is there for 28 days. On the last day school teacher comes and he wants to take her and the children away , back to Sweet Home. Rather than to go back to Sweet Home and let her children into slavery, she flees with them to the woodshed and there she wants to kill them. She only manages to kill her eldest child. The baby girl who was never given a name.
Medical Hx: Congenital hearing loss that needs to be examined as well as obesity. She had hearing loss due to her overdose. Family composition/ Current Supports: Pt is a 15 y/o Caucasian female who resides at home with her adoptive family and 3 biological siblings in Falls Church, Virginia. She is a tenth grade student at J.E.B Stuart High School in Falls Church Pt was 4y/o at the time of adoption, her sister recently returned home from a residential program. The youngest sister is 14 and the pt has sexually abused her on three separate occasions in the last 7 years.