When I was 8 years old, watching one of those Minecraft skits on youtube with my brother (who was 5), my mother, who was very drunk, was walking our uncle to the bus stop. While walking back, she was struck by a car going 40 miles per hour, flung her nearly 30 feet, and she landed on her head. She was in the hospital for nearly 3 months before she was able to return home to us with a severe Traumatic Brain Injury. She was very confused as to where she was, constantly forgot our names, and confused my dad for other people. After a few months, her brain recovered a little, she could remember our names, and make rational decisions, she had made MAJOR improvements considering it was only a few months. However, she could not be left alone, and therefore, my dad (who was very depressed) could not get a job because our mother required constant attention. We had very little money, and I often was unable to do homework when our wi-fi was cut off. We needed food stamps to get food, and had to go to dollar tree to get things. I required medicine for my ADHD to focus in school (I was such a problem without them, that I was told not to go if I didn't have them). Eventually, my aunt and uncle became our legal guardians, my mom was sent to a place called "The Howard House" (which is NOT a mental asylum, it is a mansion some people decided to open up as a home for people with brain injuries, it has a pool, and a barbeque, and we can visit whenever we want). My dad has a job now, and I live happily with my aunt and uncle now.
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