True Story, the Life of a Survivor

By Kiki Coebard

This is a true book about my life and the expectations I never received from birth to a young girl. Now that I am older I wonder about my mothers love for me.
In this book you will read the 18 years of my life, about the mountains I had to climb, and the rivers I had to cross, but with gods help I was able to get through. As the years went past I begin to realize who it was that brought me through, and Im still thanking him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 16, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483681382

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Copyright © 2013 by Kiki Coebard.

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Rev. date: 08/10/2013

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Contents

Chapter 1: True Story, The Life Of A Survivor

Chapter 2: The Move To Springfield, Ohio

Chapter 3: The Last Move To Georgia

CHAPTER 1

TRUE STORY, THE LIFE OF A SURVIVOR

I, Taylor was born July 13, 1992; In Jackson memorial north hospital. That day my Grandmother, big brother was there, my mom always told me when I was born I was a chubby baby that weighted a lot of pounds; As I got a little older and I was able to walk and talk. My mother also told me I had long hair that dragged on the floor, but when a few years past she put a perm in my hair and some of it came out.

The day we was at the hospital I was looking at my grandmother a lot and she held me in her arms so many times at the time I was born. I always wandered who gave me my name, Come to find out it was my grandma Martha Coe, that was there with me when my mom gave birth to me. On that particular day my father wasn’t there, to me that should have been the most important day of his life. He was a no show.

The next day we left Jacksonville, Florida to go back to Miami Florida where we recently stayed at. My mother lived in opalocka in some apartments. From time to time we would go to my grandmother house to stay with her for a while to visit; She was fun to be with each and every time we seen her.

My grandmother Martha stayed at north tenth court and our great, great; grandmother didn’t stay too far from her. My brother and I would go visit our grandma Agnes when we were with our great grandmother. We always spent a lot of time with the both of them. Our mother on the other hand, seemed to have her own little life. We stayed with her a while but later on down the line we moved in with our grandmother.

While we were staying with our grandmother, she was working for the states. So therefore she had to find us a sitter. She has been working for the states for 25years, soon as she found a sitter to watch us; she would head off to work. She let us stay with the sitter for a while; until she found out the sitter was missing treating my brother and I. we didn’t have the same sitters we went to different ones.

One day, my grandmother came to pick me up from my sitter and I was crying. She knew the sitter wasn’t treating me right. Soon as she start Observing things and watched how I was getting mistreated she went on and found another sitter for me to stay with while she was at work which was really good. I didn’t want to stay with nobody that wasn’t going to do me right. My brother on the hand was getting mistreated also. When he stopped seeing his sitter he started staying with our uncle Roosevelt Ramón. Once he start sitting with him he was happy.

When my grandmother was off work; she would watch my brother and me herself, up until her vacation days were over with and she started working again. My grandmother always told me I was a busy little body. I got into everything like her perfume, I walked in her heels a lot and tripped over a toy and felled. Those were the only problems she had with me basically.

My brother on the other hand was the quiet type, he didn’t like to talk to nobody he had to know you in order for him to speak to you; when we are in the stores walking around grocery shopping. People would speak to me and he told me not to speak back. I didn’t really listen to him though. I bet he was calling me hard headed in his mind.

When somebody talked to me I would speak back or wave one or the other, while he was busy holding on to my grandmother dress; when we went places he always seem to be hanging on to her dress, I would always wander was he scared of something or somebody? Was there somebody in the store he knew that didn’t like him? I always tried to figure that out. When we got back to the house that day, I went in my grandma room to watch TV. And play with some toys, marquis would bring to me. Until one day he brought me some toys and I threw them across the room, he got up and just walked away with his stinking little diaper.

Our grandmother took good care of us; we didn’t have to worry about a thing. She treated us like we were her own children she always worried about how people would treat us if she wasn’t around to see for herself. When I was in my play pin, I would get out some way. Now I see why my grandmother told me I was the busy type. I seemed to climb out a lot of things.

My grandmother didn’t have any problems out of marquis. The only problem she did have would be him crying, because he was hungry or he had pooped in his diaper. Other than that, he wasn’t like me, getting into everything he sees in his sight.

Our grandmother did everything to keep us happy. If we ever asked for anything she would try her best to get it; we stayed with our grandmother for 11years. Things started to change once my mother started dating other guys’; once all that begun we stayed with our grandmother permantly. We seen our mother some days and stayed with her, but never too long.

Every time we stayed a few days with our mother; there would be a new man in the house either, lying on the couch or in her bed. When we came over they argued a lot, that’s when I start wandering was that the reason my dad wasn’t never around, her first boyfriend that my brother and I knew was unisee, she gave him 25stiches in his neck one day, because they was fighting about stupid things like always. My life seemed to be crazy you really never knew what was going to happen next. Everyday something crazy happens where she stayed at, the police were always around; they never missed anything it