I have a little sister named Nikki. (I also hav a brother but I'll talk about him next chapter.)

About two years ago their dad took them from my mom. And that's okay-ish because she never did anything for them besides birth them... I raised that little girl pretty much. Yes the deserved an actual parent and all but it hurts because now I barely get to see her. 

I miss her a lot. It makes me sad that I never get to see them. Sometimes I go to sleep crying at night hoping that she isn't doing the same for me. I know where she is. And I know that If I asked I could probably go and see them But its just fear. What if she doesn't want to see me anymore? Last time I went over there she had forgotten my name. I went home and cried for so long.

O cried for her. I cried for me. I cried for the sake of crying. It hurt. Knowing that the little girl that you did everything for couldn't even remember your name. 
I risked everything for her too. I was raisng a kid so my grades in school slipped. I became dumb. It comes back to haunt me now. Because I never did very good in upper elementary I don't know much now. 

The only thing that I'm good at anymore is reading. And that's only because I read a lot to escape life.

 I guess what I'm trying to say is don't take things for granted. Things can change in an instant.