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Essay: "My Family"by Donald Coffey I haven't talked to my family for over a year now, even then it was seldom I got a letter or wrote one. My family always said they wouldn't ever turn their backs to me or stop loving me. My parents took a lot of money from me when I first got locked up, this time taking advantage of me when I couldn't do a thing about it.
I grew up in a small town and spent 15 years of my life there. My parents never liked any of my friends or even my girlfriends. I was basically sheltered inside. I became a "Mama's boy" and spent most of my time around my mother. I loved her to death. My brother, being two years older, didn't want me around him or his friends. My father worked all the time. I rebelled and was trying to fit in everywhere. The first time I got locked up, my parents took me to the juvenile center and handed me over. So from there I learnt everything I know now. My parents kept saying that I needed to stay out of trouble, but they never tried to help me by doing things with me. So every time I left the house to go to school or to hang out with her friends I got in trouble. My grandfather passed away while I was locked up, and it killed me, for I was always closer to my grandparents than to my parents. And now I'm locked up and my grandmother could go anytime if she didn't go already for I don't know. But either way it kills me. As I was saying, my family always said that they would never turn their backs to me. I haven't heard from them so that tells me only one thing. You can never count on anyone, not even your family. When you get incarcerated everyone forgets about you. |