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Life has taken quite the turn as I grasp tightly to my dads hand as we proceed on a new path  that is completely foreign territory to the both of us but we will learn. 

Some days will burn from not being able to afford much and how our stomachs would churn, deprived of food with an endless hunger. 

A young father with his first born child chose to start at nothing to have his child not become like him or others in the family, he wanted to break the cycle and lead me to triumph and conquer. 

In the midst of all this I remember my father married a woman he has been with her for some time and  then on June 28th, 1996. 
I was now a big brother to Moses, my dads second child and his mom first. 

I’m a big brother, waiting in the waiting room swinging my feet, I remember that memory so vividly that couldn’t touch the floor quite yet, still got a lot of room for growing. Just a five year old boy filled with joy and excitement knowing that it’s MY little brother I’m going to meet. 

It was a beautiful moment, a beautiful day at the end of June. Sensory overload I impatiently ask; “Can we take him home dad? I want to start teaching him all the things I know how to do!” 

“Of course” my father said “but you’ll be staying at your mothers tonight or a few nights so I can take care of Moses and his mom, I hope that’s okay with you.” 

I’m sure most of you reading this know I wasn’t too happy about that whole situation but hey it could be educational. 
“How?” 
You may be asking yourself what would possibly be good in anyway for me to go back to my mother? Well, I’ll be highly educated on not falling into narrow minded thinking and make irresponsible yet preventable mistakes like her. 

It’s okay dad, now I see that I am older you are cursed. Great intentions you had and still have  but that path too comes across the worst of the worst. 

Like Father, like Son; that’s quite the saying, isn’t it? Like Father, Like Son. 
Except I will never take my child away from problems then making them feel secure only to send them back wondering,

“Did he even mean what he said, any of it?” 

I love my little brother, I love my father. 
I guess I have to love that he has a new family and that I don’t belong there. 

Lost trust from the one parent I thought was 
my fighter, instead that fire flickered out as my five year old self entered my mother’s house with a welcome sound of silence that spoke volumes so loud I finally realized the meaning of doubt. 

TO BE CONTINUED....

Signed,
Those Meaningful Words.