Alisa Rose

A story to Teenage me

Growing up I had a mother who stayed home and looked after my four siblings and I. My father worked every day except the weekends. I remember my childhood as happy, full of great memories that I cherish today and until the day I pass away and most of all I was thankful that I had a mother, father and siblings that loved me, and I loved them. I remember my father coming home every night, watching the news, and telling us to keep it down as he could not hear the television. I still laugh about it to this day.