how to do all that stuĉ again, me and my siblings were with
our grandmother.
When she got out of the hospital, me and my siblings
went back to live with her. Everything was totally diĉerent
after that.
I had to grow up fast. I taught her how to tie her shoe,
like she had taught me how to tie my shoe. I taught her how
to put her pants on, like she had taught me to put pants on.
I was showing her how to make hot dogs like she showed
me how to make hot dogs. Everything she had taught me, I
was teaching her back.
ͳat was bad enough, but after that accident, oh my
God, she would say the worst things to me. I felt like all of
the inner thoughts that she used to have before the
accident, but she never said out loud, would all come out.
She’d be like:
Mom: “Oh, you look like your ugly-ass daddy. Oh,
God, where’s my husband at? I’m so sick of looking at
your ugly ass.”I guess that is common for people with a brain injury.
They talk crazy, and all kinds of mean stuff comes out.
It was pretty clear that my mama did not like me. She did
not. She loved me but she did not like me. I think it was
because I reminded her of my father.
Mom: “You look like your father’s ugly ass. I hate him.”