I remember it like it was yesturday.

You see there is this one memory that will always be in my head, and it's the day my aunt stole my cousins. Legit. Well to make a long story short, in brooklyn I live with my dad, grandma, and grandpa on the weekends. In the upstairs apartment lived my two cousins, aunt and uncle. My uncle is my blood relation. So my uncle wasn't a great husband, he would beat the living crap out of my aunt, he drank a lot. I mean it was like so normal to me at one point. "Oh grandma what's that noise upstairs" and in my head i knew what it was. I always ran up there to see to. Not a very nice sight at all.... I don't even want to go into details. So anyways, my grandma would run upstairs and take my two cousins and bring them dowstairs. I mean their kind of scarred for life, they saw it almost everyday. But i was so so so so so close to my cousins, incredibly close to them. They were siblings, not cousins. I was eleven when this happened, but my aunt stole a card from duane reade and identity theft. Blah. And went to jail, when she got out she blamed my uncle obviously, and other stuff happened too. But my aunt went to live with some other people, and my cousins remained with us. But this is what I recall and regret for the rest of my life. I could never ever forgive my "aunt" she's not my aunt anyways, i hate her fucking guts. She stole my childhood from me. I mean I guess my uncle's no better obviously, but I hate her more. So she came back from her stay away, and I remember saying "grandma, auntie marcia is home!" and grandma opened the door for her and let her go upstairs and told my aunt, "you did what you did and now it's done." So my grandma told me to get her laundry for her, which I did. And when I went to bring it to her, I noticed she was hiding something behind the door. I didn;t ask or anything I jsut gave her, her clothes and I knew, I KNEW WHAT IT WAS THAT SHE WAS DOING. but at the same time i was eleven, like what the fuck am I supposed to do. So go back to my grandma and after five minutes I go back upstairs, to my dismay my cousins are gone and so is my aunt. Ha she stole them. I told my grandma their gone, my grandma knew what it meant. I should have said something earlier, but the past is the past. Nothing I could do now. She basically snatched away my family, like ruined my grandma, and other stuff too, but thats another story. Anyways, is good now. I see my cousins every so often, the way it should really be, and my uncle and aunt are still married but live upstate. I guess its one of those odd relationships that one likes to get abused, I don't know. But yes anyways, i still regret it today. And Im still mad at her for various amount of reasons. I guess thats life, everyone has problems. I'm glad none of them are mine though. I just hated being apart of it, and suffering the consequences. I really do love my cousins a lot, and really a lot of my childhood was taken away because of this dilemma.

Oh p.s behind the door was my cousins. I'm so oblivious. I should've known it was them behind there. I guess things happen for a reason.