Kylie’s Autobiography
I once heard someone say, “This is the beginning, of anything you want it to be.” My own beginning started on February 16, 2006, which was a very snowy and cold afternoon in February. I am the first child of two in my family. My mom and dad are Trisha and Jeremy Andrews. My mom had heard my name and thought it was spectacular, so I ended up with the name of Kylie Claire Andrews. Some of my younger friends call me Ky Ky because it is easier to say. I tell my other friends and family, they can call me anything they want except for Kyle!
I was about four months old I started going to church. I attend East Side Baptist Church( which is your church). Although my church had a nursery, my mom kept me with her. At that church, my aunt (Britney) worked there as the children's director. My grandma and grandpa (Tim and Kathy) attended church with us. After church, we would all go eat as a family (normally at Salsa’s).
When I was two years old my brother was born. He was born on November 13, 2007. He was born at Children's Hospital, which my mom worked there at the time. My mom could choose one person, and she chose one person. The dreadful thing was if my mom was not there I thought I stayed with mamma. Therefore when my mom chose my grandma, I did not think it was fair so, I threw a ridiculous tantrum. My grandma said” Well should I stay” “No,” said my grandpa, so my grandpa picked me up. I was asleep within like two minutes.
We looked at each other, stood up, and headed down the big hallway and around the corner to find my mom gasping at the fact that her water had broken. This was a surprise seeing as she was not due to give birth to my little sister for another two weeks. Once again, we were out the door and in the car. My grandmother did not put me in my car seat right and I remember struggling to free my arms the entire ride. My mom sat in the front seat yelling and muttering words under her breath. I was afraid because my mom was in such a strange state but I soon realized that she was yelling more at my grandmother than at her painful stomach. Every time we approached traffic, she gasped and turned behind her with her hand on my car seat, as to secure me from some ejecting force. It was not until years later that I was told all of the stories about what a terrible driver my grandmother was and how many cars she destroyed in various "incidents," as my grandfather calls them. We reached the hospital in plenty of time, but with one problem remaining, my grandfather and dad remained uninformed and unreachable as the resided among thousands of intoxicated football fans. They arrived in just enough time to see my mom before she had my sister, but not without strategic methods to get a hold of them. They first had to be paged over the intercom and when that seized to succeed, event staff members were sent to find them standing
I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She
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On a Sunday morning of March 15 1998, we woke up super early to the phone ringing on the other side was my dad. My grandmother answered the phone her face paled as she heard the words “mom I shot myself.” After talking to him for a bit my grandmother rushed out of her room to get my uncle up and they rushed to the house to see him up walking around with a hole in his stomach. Ambulance came to get him then rushed him to meet life force. He flat lined once on the helicopter. They were able to bring him back and stabilized him, and kept him stabled till they got to the hospital. They rushed him immediately into the OR, it was around 15 to 20 minutes into surgery that he had passed away, they were unable to bring him back due to the major loss of blood. My mom soon remarried and I gained two annoying step brothers and a step dad. One step brother didn’t bother me to bad, the other one poked and picked on me trying to pick fights. My step dad had episodes where he was violent and threw things at me and my mom. I withdrew more and more until a few of my friends literally grabbed me by my arm and told me to wake up that they were not going to let me push them away
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I was 33 years old on November 9th, 2000. My family was made of myself, my husband, Doug, my daughter, Haley, and our dog, Josie. Haley was only 2 years and 9 months old at the time of the birth of her new baby brother, but I wasn’t quite sure how she would handle not having all of the attention. I could tell something was off from the moment I woke up that day. To start, Haley wouldn’t stop crying from the moment she woke up. As for me, I was feeling sick, and was having a few contractions here and there. I was packing my things for the hospital because I was scheduled to have a C-section November 10th. Afternoon came and my condition was getting worse and worse, things got so bad that Doug and I decided we should go to the hospital. I was mortified because I just needed the baby to wait a couple more hours. I could not have this baby come out of the birth canal, my
Church was boring and all the kids just wanted to go. My Mom, Blish, was nine at the time and filled with energy. All she wanted to do was go play in the perfect Atchison Spring weather. She was with her friend Sarah at church, and Sarah also wanted to play outside.
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On August 27, 2005 it was my dad’s birthday and all he wanted for his birthday was to leave for hurricane Katrina but my mother was persistent on staying for the hurricane because she had a nursing service and she couldn’t leave her patient and she thought the hurricane wasn’t going to be so devastating but of course she was wrong. My dad was always paranoid about natural disaster show he watch the news all day. About midnight my dad had awakens my mom and gave her ultimatum we either ride it out or we go that Sunday morning. Of course my mother was sassy and told him off for waking her up in the middle of the night but she came to her senses and decided to leave. Flash-forward eight hours and I am waking up from my sleep. As soon as I awaken
It all started when one morning, when there was something under the carpet. I was the one who fixed the problem, but instead of a pat on the back, the ending turned out otherwise. Me and my seven siblings were all asleep. My mom and dad were downstairs running around, jumping from couch, to couch, this was not just any old night. I was then woke up, by a loud ear piercing screech, from the living room.
We all hopped in the car and my little brother had forgotten his toy and blanket so my mother ran back into the house to get them for him. On the way back down the stairs to the front door my mother was stopped by my father. He struck her once on the left side of the face, she dropped to the ground. My seat was the closest to the front door and I witnessed everything, she scrambles to her feet and manages to get out of the door. My father screams out the door "where the fuck do you think you're going?" my mother mumbles something to the likes of "the kids are hungry." He slams the door and I can hear his angry footsteps up the stairs of our house. I can't remember much about the trip that night, we weren't going to Mcdonalds me and my older sister discovered this pretty quickly. We fell asleep and I woke up to my grandpa that I had only met a few times and an uncle that I had never seen before, we had made our way to Arizona our new home.
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