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was due to the constant cycle of abuse that was occurring by my dad and his parents. I still to this
day commend my mother for the bravery she exhibited. The resources were scarce and my
mother wanted to keep me safe. So at the age of 2 she sent me to India to live with my
grandparents. She did this primarily so I didn’t get my childhood ripped away from me. She
didn’t want me to worry about what was going on, and wanted me to get the childhood she knew
I deserved. I don’t remember much, especially in intricate details of my time in India, but I can
say that my grandparents taught me a lot about my culture. They tried to teach me how to say
certain words in Gujarati, and took me to a Garba which is a traditional dance, danced on a
holiday known as Navratri. They loved and nurtured me. After a few months, when everything
calmed down, I went back to Georgia. I was around 3. Quickly, 3 turned to 4 and 4 turned into 5,
and there I was, in the middle of the night, still in my little mermaid pajamas with my bags
packed, leaving quietly so no one could hear my mom and I. Before we left my mom said,
“Go upstairs into your aunt's room, and tell her we’re going over for a sleepover at Gracie’s
house.”
I wobbled as I went up, my little legs weren’t long enough for the steep stairs. I knocked on her
door and she let me in. She was very confused as it was extremely early in the morning, around
2am. My aunt couldn’t hear nor speak so I had to gesture what I was saying. After I was done I
walked back down, trying not to trip on the staircase. As I was ready to step out of the house my
“I know this is a big decision to make, but you have to tell mommy the truth ok?”
I say innocently in excitement. We then left the house, we had nothing, barely any money or
clothes, but we had each other. We lived with her friends, distant family, but nothing permanent.
As I grew up, I saw many different states, as we moved frequently due to my mom not being able
to find a secure job. We moved from Georgia to Philadelphia, Philadelphia to Kentucky, and
Kentucky to New Jersey. I remember from Kentucky, my best friend at the time, Katie. She was
2 years younger than me. She had shimmering blonde hair that looked magical under the sun,
and her green eyes looked like emeralds. She was the most energetic person I had ever seen. We
lived parallel to each other. Once at the bus stop she asked me a question.
The question was very sudden, and something I wasn’t expecting. I just replied with,
I looked down and saw her green eyes glowing with pity and sadness. I didn’t know what else to
say, I just blurted something out. I know the obvious answer was to reply with, “oh my parents
are divorced.” but when you are in 2nd grade and have barely any friends, you try to do
everything possible to not look like an oddball. I felt incredibly guilty but I didn't dare utter
anything else. After a few more months we moved to New Jersey. It was a fresh start. New
Jersey I would say was the most financially secure out of all the places we lived. It was a tiny
one bedroom apartment with tiny detailed floral designs all over the walls. It included a tiny
kitchen with a big window looking out at a big oak tree. No matter how scrappy our conditions
must’ve been, my mother always tried to get me everything a little girl my age could want.
She put me in voice lessons, dance classes, sports, and everything a little girl could want. Every
birthday I would be so excited as she always made the best homemade pancakes. The birthday I
remember the most is my 9th birthday. I woke up to the smell of freshly cooked pancakes and a
cup of chocolate milk. After I ate my birthday breakfast my mom told me to close my eyes. I
squealed in excitement. I opened my eyes to a beautiful, color changing Ariel doll. She had big,
ocean blue eyes and deep red hair. My favorite part about it was the tail, it changed colors when I
soaked in water. She never told me how much it cost but I knew that it was out of our budget, yet
she pulled extra shifts to give me a good birthday. During this time my dad still had to see me
once a week. This was because he had partial custody of me. Every time I saw and hung out with
him, I felt like I was with someone who didn’t want to be there with me. I knew he was only still
visiting once a week so he could try and change my mind into living with him. That wasn’t
because he loved me or cared about me, it was because he wanted to prove a point to my mom as
he knew I was the only reason my mom still hadn’t given up. Plus, my dad at this time, was
living with his new wife and his new baby daughter, in my old family house. I didn't feel good
enough for him. I kept thinking about how he loved his new daughter better than me. It reminded
me of when I was 4 or 5, when he used to tell me to my face how he wished my skin was whiter
like my cousins. He always used to compare me to everyone he wished I could look like. This
really affected me and still affects me to this day. It made me extremely self conscious about how
I’m being perceived as, or how dark or light my skin looks in certain lighting. On the other hand,
my mom never made me feel anything less than my worth. She always supported me through
everything. She had done everything by herself to provide for me that he couldn’t have done in a
decade. I was a little kid and sometimes I would blame everything that happened on myself.
Even though I’m almost 16 I still do that to this day. I didn’t love him much, but I wanted him to
love me. I wanted a father to come to my father daughter dance in elementary school. I wanted
my dad to cheer for me during my soccer games, but he was never there. Instead it was my mom
cheering. The loudest in the crowd at every game, and helping me finish my late night projects.
My dad was clearly not the one who raised me, he chose to walk away. So I became the child
who craved affection more than anything else, but refused to accept it when I got it. I became a
teenager who constantly craved love and searched for it in all the wrong places. I became a girl
who thought she wasn't enough and needed the constant approval of everyone around her in
order to feel decent about herself. Now I am slowly becoming the girl who has healed from the
trauma he has created and infested in me, all those years ago.