My Memoir…..

My name is Amber Nicole LeSure and this is my story….

From birth my mom and dad were apparently never around.      I wouldn't know because there are so many different stories.

 My mom did drugs at the time and I guess and my dad was never around. They had three kids named Amber (me), Elijah, and Kaila. One day we were taken away from them. I don’t know why, we just were, and from then on  it was hell. We were placed in a foster home with other foster kids. Being there was like being in hell, the adults were awful and the guy workers were creeps the kids were mean and evil. One night while I was asleep with my sister I heard a strange noise and woke up and saw one of the male workers come in and walk around “checking on us” but I knew what he was really doing. So I  had my little sister go sleep in another bed next to me and she went in the other bed and fell asleep and when he came in he was coming towards my little sister bed (the one I'm in) and sat down on it and lift the covers at the end of the bed. I kept quiet hoping he wouldn’t know it was me instead. He did what he came in to do and i felt disgusting. A month of this goes by and finally we got tooken in with a family. They took us to their house where we were immediately all put into a room. The room was dirty and awful. We would have to eat and sleep in that room. I did all the work for them because they couldn’t. I was cleaning out the closet and was approached by the father/husband and he came in the closet and closed the door and told me if I want my brother and sister to eat and not be punished than I better do as he tells me. Well I guess you can tell I had no choice so I did as told for his pleasure and was told to go to his sons room and let what happens. The son didn't do anything except let me watch tv. After that our social worker Steve came and checked up on us. We left that same day after I told him what happened. We went back to the house with the foster kids and had a room to ourselves. Two-three months later we were adopted again by a different family who did the same things except they beat me because I wasn’t gonna let them hit my brother or sister. We left that house to. Finally we were adopted by an aunt who I loved dearly but didn't trust her. She passed away when we were 10,9,and 8 years of age. Our grandma took us in and her son and his wife and child were stating with her. Jessie (her son/our uncle) was mean to us. We got punished for things we didn't do and it was horrible. His daughter took pleasure in our pain. My grandma has dementia now and is sick. We live with or auntie and it’s not as bad but bad. Our father isn’t really like a dad more of a sperm donor and I sometimes dislike him.

My life with my siblings was filled with laughter, love, and sometimes dislike. I didn’t meet my oldest sister till I was about 13 and we look alike a lot and when I saw her, I was like auntie who is this… she told me it was my sister Tamisha and I looked at her and she gave me a hug and told me we have the same dad but different mothers and we clicked after that. When I was in Bellwood my other older sister Ariana. She is like my best friend and my mentor. 

We talk about everything from boys to sex to everything in between. 

We had lots of fun times together. Like one time we was outside and it was past curfew and we were playing by running in the streets and would get back on the sidewalk and laugh or when we was walking to a park down the street from our house and we saw the police and we were running and sitting in house porches acting like that was our house so we wouldn’t get caught. Another memory would be when all my siblings was playing upstairs and we were play fighting and RiRi kicked Kaila into the window and we laughed at her or when we had a mouse upstairs and we used peanut butter in a mouse trap and my little sister stepped in it and was freaking out and we was laughing because we all was to scared to get it. My other good memory would be with my boyfriend who I call teddy bear or any annoying name. 

We always play video games and I cheat because I'm a sore loser and it’s fun. We would sit there and argue over who we don't like and do like when watching America’s Next Top Model or BGC or Love & Hip Hop. It’s cute when he acts like he cares and knows what he's talking about. 

 My parents are funny. My dad does this things were he squeezes your thigh really hard and says g-unit and laughs and it tickles a lot and my momma would just give kisses or crack jokes on my dad. One time my mom and dad was arguing and she went to the bathroom on the house phone talking to someone and he asked her who she talking to and she ignored him. So he unplugged the phone charger and she was still talking on it and he said “it’s unplugged Tammey. Who you talking to” and he laughed and said she’s crazy. 

Also, my friends are amazing people who make me laugh like Amari who always have a funny and crazy to tell and I lover her personality and her spirit. And my other friend Nneka because she alway’s have a master plan for things to do or causes trouble. 

Being around these is like there's an event everyday but, one of them that sticks out to me the most would be a time me and my sister was on our way to Yorktown mall. 

So this was during the winter and there was no snow on the ground and we was standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus. 

After a few minutes to an hour the bus finally arrived.

As you know it gets dark fast in the winter, so we on the bus sitting in the front just talking. 

The bus driver stops at one of the bus stops and let some more people on. 

Now we driving on the bridge getting closer to the mall. 

The bus stopped at another bus stop and let this homeless looking woman on the bus and as the doors was closing, her foot was caught in the door and she fell. 

The lady was hollering out “Ohh my ankle I think it's broken I need your insurance company name.”

 At this time it’s fully dark and cold outside so the bus driver pulls over and stops the bus and calls the police and ambulance for the woman. 

Me and my sister was sitting on the bus still and we was laughing at the woman and RiRi called our mom and was telling her what happened and our momma said that we shouldn’t laugh at her. 

So we sitting there getting hungry and angry now and the people that as on the bus with us was talking about the woman. 

One of them said “man why would she do this stupid stuff now with her duck tape looking ash hair looking stiff and like tree bark.”

 Me and my sister started laughing again and after a few hours the police arrested the woman saying she was pulling this stunt on lots of people and were looking for her. 

So after the police left the bus driver went back to driving and we was on our way back to going to the mall.

 So we get to the mall and buy clothes and shoes and go home. 

We get home and our momma asked us about the lady on the bus we started to tell her and she laughed along with us. 

At the time, I was feeling like the lady was weird and on some drugs and that she didn’t care anymore and to me her situation was funny because of what she was doing and how she didn’t care about embarrassing herself in front of others. 

I felt happy because I had a good day. That day was a funny and great day for me.  

But, that’s the life of Amber LeSure