My mother's name is Janae. She is an older woman, with freckles all over her face and arms. Janae is a woman with poor judgment. He's a good person but he would always put me on a pedestal. This pedestal, however, was where Janae lived her dream life. After being left by her husband, Janae went from being a good mom to a teenager who could do whatever she wanted. She forgot all the responsibilities that a mother had. He stayed out many hours of the night and the parties he threw were endless for me. I took care of my four younger brothers and went to school. I knew it was a lot, but I couldn't stand watching my sisters do anything alone. I wanted them to succeed in school and hid them from the truth. I knew that keeping the truth from them was wrong, but I wanted my sisters to know that their parents were loving and caring and not who they really were.