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To say that I'm wallowing in self pitty is a bit far fetched, and to say that I'm greeving sounds weird when I hear it out loud. To say it sympoly would be to say, a loss of insperation.
I have always loved to draw, write, sing, and act, but my parents were never really supportive. They always told me, "Your good, but not that good." When I was in a show the summer befor fith grade my friends mom had to drive me to show rehursal and pick me up, because my mom was diegnosed with MS. For those of you who don't know what that is, it makes a perfectly cool person become a total b***h (and thats putting it lightly). And at the same time my dad was getting his doctorets digrea in computer science. Meanwhile my "Perfect" older brother was working on his Barmitzva...
I worked hard to become good at the things I loved without them being there for me, and it was hard being the problem child. I don't remmember when but I started to baby sit for two children who changed my life. Delany and Zane fell in love with my writing. When Zane was little he started to cry, and so I stopped telling them the stories, but Delany always wanted to hear more. The two of them started to randomly say things in Japeneas, because I do. Delany started to draw anime and read manga because I did, and Zane would always want to be around me too.
Mara (Zane and Delany's mom) was the first adult that really incuraged me to do art. She said "When I was little I was told that I would go no where with my art, and look at me now." Mara is a glass artist, and an amazing one at that. When I told her I got into a show She would always sound happy, unlike my parents who were like "its just another show" kind of sound in their voice. I worked hard to prove that I was good, and prove to them that I was good and now they believe me. Mara always incuraged me, and Zane and Delany always got pumped up. It made me feel speashal (sorry I can't spell) that I was their roll modle, and I found a roll modle in their mom.
On pirate day I found out that Mara had hurt her head, and later that night I found out she died... I cried harder then I have cried in 7 years, and I'm not exaderating... I had gone 5 years without crying and then I cried 3 times when my friends were hurt backstage, I got teary once because I have been through so much s**t with me being gay. That night I cried for 2 sollid hours...
That is my story, of how one women and her kids erged me to do what I love. And I dedicate this to them, my work, and my art.