My name is
Kevin, I am 17 years old now. When I was 5 years old we looked
like a normal family. We were living as any other people until
my dad and mom began to fight. They were fighting over one
infidelity of my father. As a result of that my parents had to
get separated for some time.
werenít good, it always was the same: fights, shouts,
insults, the house was a total hell. My father became an
alcoholic and my mother couldnít handle it and decided to
leave. She abandoned my father and my three siblings left with
her. I chose to stay with my father. The first days were sort
of weird; to be alone at home, to eat alone, to sleep aloneÖ
I cried all the time because I felt alone, so did my father.
months later we learned that my mother had another man in her
life. That really affected both, my father and I. On those
days my father was drowned in tears and alcohol. He thought
that life had no sense, he felt guilty and sad in knowing that
he had definitely lost my mom. It was so bad that we decided
to live the house and to move in with my grandmother in order
to forget the past.
Few days later we were living with my grandma to begin a new
life. My uncles and cousin were making fun of us all the time
about the fact of that our family split out. Following with my
life I got use to eat twice a day bearing humiliations,
shouts, scolding and even hits from my cousins. My life at
that time was a total nightmare. At night we had to share a
bed between four people and as you can imagine to sleep was in
the better case challenging.
went to work to a different county for a long time, so I was
alone in that house. My little routine was to get up, to play
a little bit and to deliver tortillas in order to help my
grandmother and also to earn my own food. It always was the
same. Of course I didnít go to the school.
One night my dad came to visit and to ask me to move to live
with him. Without hesitation I got all my things and I said
goodbye to uncles, cousins and grandparents.
When I arrived to my fatherís house he told me that there
was a woman living with him. The first days were very weird
for me and I felt very strange while getting used to that
lady. She treated me amazingly so I easily got use to my new
life stile, everything seemed perfect.
But at the
same time I was always thinking in my mother and my brothers.
That was something that made me feel very sad and bad. It got
a point in which despair took over and I talked to my father
about how I felt and what I wanted. He didnít say anything.
He simply added: it is your choice and I respect it.
I was in
doubt but finally despair won and one week later I moved in
with my mother. When I arrived there, with my mother and
siblings, after almost two years, they accepted with lots of
love during the first days. But after several months, my
brothers would behave in a very strange way, my mother was
always hysteric and my stepfather was always angry about
my mother got pregnant, during the pregnancy I felt jealousy
and hate. When the baby was born everyone was really happy but
year passed by and I chose to leave the house again to go to
live with my father. I called him and he didnít hesitate in
picking me up. Months passed by, now I was living with my
father and one of my brothers, we were living peacefully and
happy with our new lives.
One day my
phone rang, it was my mom asking me for a chat, she said that
it was urgent. I met her the next day, when I arrived to her
home she welcomed me very happily after almost one year from
the last time we saw one each other. I went to her bedroom and
I asked for my stepfather. She answered me that that was
exactly the reason why she had called me.
He was gone for almost a year, he went to the United States,
she added that in 15 days she was leaving to join him in the
States so they could have a better life. She also told me that
the reason why she had called me was because she wanted me and
my brother to move in back with my other siblings so we all
could be together.
I thought a lot about that and I worried about my younger
siblings. That day I came back to my fatherís home full of
doubts. I told my brother what was going on and he answered me
that he wanted to move with my other siblings back to my
momís home. That same night I talked to my father, I told
him everything, he was very quiet, he looked at my face and
asked me: are you sure? I
told him that I didnít want to leave him again but he told
me to go with my mother as he thought I was going to have a
better life there.
later I packed my things, said goodbye again and left full of
tears and a little bit of remorse for leaving alone my father
again. When I arrived to my momís home things were
different. My mother took care of us in a wonderful way, she
was very attentive with us.
We spent 8
beautiful days without problems and enjoying the few days that
my mom shared with us. The day for my mother to depart towards
her American Dream came. She played a song for all of us and
we all began to cry: my ants, friends, grandparentsÖ She
promised us: my dear children, I am leaving but I swear to you
that I will be back to give you a better life, the life that
you all deserve. Then she made the sign of the cross and left.
again our lives were normal. We were living with my ant and
grandmother who will provide for food to us. Two months later
we got a letter saying that my mom had arrived to the United
States. Time passed by and things at home werenít good. We
had many problems between my sister and ant, to the point in
which my ant left the house and left us alone.
environment was totally depressing and oppressive, we didnít
have any adult to take care of us and to direct us. My
siblings became my responsibility, I was in charge of the
whole family, I was 13.
I was the older brother and the first two weeks everything
went fine, but my sister had very dangerous friendships. She
began to drink and to smoke with them. Many days she didnít
go home to sleep and I scolded her, we had terrible fights and
sometimes we even got to hit one each other. The family was
listening to the point in which they called our attention. She
same time there was another huge issue going on in my family.
Many of my family members were drug dealers and that caused us
death treats. One week after the treats my uncles were killed,
and the next day we got a letter saying that we had three days
to leave the house or otherwise we would also get killed. In
that moment I called my mother and she told me that we had to
leave at that very dawn. We took our things with the help of
other uncles and my father and we all moved to Antigua.
days we had a new rental house with my father. Things
werenít good in those times. I got lost in alcohol,
cigarettes and sometimes drugs. I became a rebel and because
of the trouble I was creating we had to leave the house. My
father didnít know what to do with me and my mother was very
disappointed of me, I began thinking in changing my lifestyle.
told my father that the Godschild project was opening a school
called the Scheel Center and he decided to send me to that
school. I didnít want to do it but I had no choice and I
made the effort.
went there I felt weird and came back to my rebel attitude.
One afternoon the psychologist of the center, Leonel, gave us
a spiritual talk that opened my eyes. I saw the life I was
leading and I could see things with another sense, I began to
dream and to think in my future.
been studying there for two years after which my life stile is
completely different. I am thinking all the time in excelling
and in being someone in life. I want to appreciate the support
of the Godschild project and all the teachers at the school.
to all those people who are helping me in moving forward. I
want to specially appreciate Mick and Deboraís support in my
path, I love you so much.
I am 17
now and doing my best to get into college. I have a dream to
be a success in life.
ďBecause I donít live in my past or in my future. I only
have the present and that is the one I am interested in. If
you can remain in the present, you will be a happy manĒ
you want something the whole universe conspire for that person
get to achieve his/her dreamĒ Paulo Coelho.
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