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KorahLeigh
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 Created on 6-25-07
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My name is KorahLeigh Elder. My parents, Cornielius (Niel) Jay Elder and Sharon Nicole
Leigh, were druggies and alcoholics before I was born. Soon after they met was when they
found out that my mom was pregnant, so the right thing to do was to get married before
I was born. That seemed to be the only right thing they did regarding the pregnancy.
In New York living off drug money, they moved from hotel to motel, still living the
party life as if I didn't exist in the womb.
For about 2 months after I was born my mom was clean. She was clean for me, her
newborn daughter. One of the things i could be proud of her for, even though i don't
remember(being a newborn). She wasn't able to take care of me because of the withdrawals,
the aches, the pains, the yelling and the screaming. But like I said It was only 2 months
of being clean, and she gave up. Pretty soon my dad became my mom and my mom was never
around anymore. My dad wasn't clean but he stayed to take care of me. Probably not like a
parent should have, lets just say he became numb to a screaming baby.
It finally happened when I was 3 years old. I was too young to realize what was going on.
I didn't really even know her, so it wasn't a big effect on me. Dad instantly quit doing
drugs because he didn't want to die the same way his wife did. It was about a year before
he picked up another alcoholic drink. even though he quit doing drugs, he is worse then he
ever was. Years went by that we spent it in a homeless shelter. He tried getting a job but
no one wanted to hire a bum with no experience. There are nights that i don't sleep when
dads there with me. He screams her name..."Sharon!!...NO!!, Please...I NEED YOU!!!."
Sometimes Dad would leave for days at a time to try and make money for us. To this day, I
don't know what he did, but we just got by with one pair of clothing to last a week and once
a month he took me our to a fast food place, but he wouldn't eat. I remember at night when
he would leave me at the shelter, I would feel so scared and alone. I try to fall asleep
as fast as my body would possibly let me and also became numb to anything that was done to
me.
Another year went by in that homeless shelter. I was 8 and dad couldnt hold it together
any longer. He tried...he tried everything and just gave up.I can remember it as if it happened yesterday
He laid there on that thin mattress on the Cement floor. I didn't know what was going on,
he was so pale and his whole body was trembling. He took my hand; his hand being so cold
and clammy. Overwhelming fear drowns me as we stare at eachother for what seems like
eternity. He starts to talk and i can smell the whisky on his breath. "Korah...KorahLeigh...
Embrace everything good in your life and don't take advantage of it", He started to cry and
hands me the rock that my mom gave him when they first met. "Do something with your life".
I Listening, as He starts to drift. He very veigly mumbles, "Im so sorry", and suddenly
His whole body started to shake and his eyes rolled back into his head...and that was it.
It wasn't the alcohol that killed him that night. That was just to help with the pain, the
emotional pain and he hurt for too long. He thought he wasn't going to make it any longer
and that's when he just let it happen.
I moved from foster home to foster home until I was old enough to make my own decisions.
And from then on, i can say with confidence that i never let my father down yet.
Thank you for reading my story, leave me a comment, let me know what you think.
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On June 25th 2007 dizzydevil87 Said : | |
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omg!!! tats all i have to say
u have d strenght! |
