I became dead to the world but alive for my child. Hiding underneath my skin, ashamed of what I had become didn’t help me get through things. I had nobody to turn to. This was the time I needed my mother the most. I had nowhere else to turn, so I swallowed my pride aside and drove to her house. She gasped with surprise to see me standing there on her front porch crying, as she let me in with her nose up high to the sky. “Mama please help me,” I got on my knees as if I were begging for her mercy as she looked at me like I was someone else’s child. “I’m lost Mama; I don’t know what to do or how to get my child back,” I cried in hopes that she would take me back knowing I had a child. I took a good look at her while crying, waiting for her response and I noticed she looked different. She was skinner than when I last saw her. Under her eyes were even darker and it looked like her hair was falling out compared to when I last saw her.
