At last.. #75

The last time I saw my mother was fifteen years ago. I stood watching from the screened in front porch of my grand mama's home. She had been arrested by the Texas Rangers for trafficking and distributing Grade A Cocaine across the Gulf. She spent the last month in Cuba with her new boyfriend. He was an odd man. He was mean to me and my five brothers and sisters. Always chasing us out of the house saying he would "kill us all if he seen us again". I never understood what my mother seen in him. On that particular day the Rangers came for her I was holding my 10 month old sister on one hip and pulling the laundry out of the dryer. She had tried to take off running but they were waiting at the back door with riffles and handcuffs. She screamed at me to call my grand mama and get the money to bail her out. I didn't cry nor did I worry. I wanted her to go to jail. I hated her. Not because I had to solely take care of five siblings though. I hated her for not being my mother. In the past few months all she was was a stranger I would catch a glimpse of every once in a blue moon. She used to be beautiful. She had bouncy curls and and model figure, even with six kids. Now she was stringy. She looked like she had not showered for weeks and her lips were burnt from the crack pipe she smoked on a regular basis. Today is her hearing. I could not look in the eyes of the person that betrayed my family. Did she change? I'll never know. However, you can bet that even with all of what I was put through I came out to be a better person. Now I am the prosecuting attorney on her case.