Memories Are Made Every Day!

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A New Memory Every Day! My life has changed drastically in recent years. I have gone from being a carefree youngster to a mother on drugs, to finally being a devoted mother, wife and student. My children, Anthony who is ten years old and Daelynn who is six years old, fill my life so much that it compares to a never ending spring, just overflowing constantly. I am very happy in life now, but at times I feel like a tiny ant in this big ol' world. With school and a family that requires my undivided attention sometimes I feel like I am just a tiny leaf in a big whirlwind. Even still I am utmost thankful for the phone call made that changed my life forever... On April 17, of 2009, I went to stay with my mother and was going to attempt to stay away from Meth, which I had been doing since 2003. On the very next day I got a wake- up call that probably saved my life. My oldest sister, Stacy had called Child Protective Services. When CPS arrived they had the police with them. It just so happened I had three, small football shaped blue pills called Xanax in my purse, that I didn’t have a prescription for. So of course then I was headed to jail for a felony possession charge. I was so upset. My eyes cried tears the size of rain drops. Even though my children left before I was actually put into those cold, metal handcuffs, I hated my sister for putting them through such an intense drama. As much as I hated Stacy at the time, her stepping in and doing what she done may have very well been what saved my life. While I was in jail, my sister had my children and was then able to use them to hurt my feelings. She told me how sorry I was as a mother, and asked me how could I do that to such precious babies. I had no answer, or anything to say to justify the things I had done to them r for the times I was not there for them. Shortly after I actually got booked into the jail, I
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