Kids of washington ave and punham.

So I’m helping my grandmother, because she fell in the street and she does this little job of picking up some kids from school. I do not mind helping her I would do anything for her but what I hate is the neighborhood it’s on the other side of the Bronx and is extremely ghetto.  Violence is everywhere and I thought to myself what a shame it would be to grow up here, thinking this is what the world has to offer. Having to make difficult choices of who you’re going to be from childhood, 2 out of 3 isn’t a promising future. I can’t complain about my childhood it was pretty good I’ve been able to see what the world has to offer sadly some of these kids cannot. I was walking a kid home yesterday and what he said will probably stick with me forever, he said “my mom doesn't let me walk home alone because people are always doing drugs and causing trouble." As i walked him into the building I saw for myself what he sees every day. Other children from the group are growing up faster because they need to watch out for their siblings and protect themselves, this my mother did very well. She gave us our childhood, she wanted us to be children and enjoy those wonderful brief years. Although my sister became ill and was diagnosed with diabetes at seven I still think she enjoyed it too. My mother provides us with what we need like a true mother, although we live in the projects she still has managed to transform the apartment, making it look like someone important lived there. She made it look pretty decent although in a budget. My heart goes out to these kids though, all they see is a world that’s corrupt and they think it will not change. The kids and parents display endurance to the maximum. I just do not like how they have to endure the world at such a young age. It’s not fair to them. Their is another little girl who will always have a fragment of my heart. Although the rest of my family views her as troublesome and probably broken to the terrible parenting her mother shows her. When I first held her she was just a baby and I think she was the first baby face i remembered. She was beautiful and had eyes that gleamed, know she acts out and screams at people as if it was conversation. But I will never forget her and how innocent she was and one day it simply vanished. However when were alone I feel like I have a side of her no one else does, she lets me inside and it feels amazing. Granted she can be annoying, but that’s what she knows that’s what she was taught. Innocence is something that no longer exists anymore, once a baby is born a year later or two it’s all gone. I can even see it leave some of the kids I’m helping my grandmother pick up. Their fresh and rude at such a young age but it’s not their parents fault, their struggling to make ends meet and provide them with all they can. Their doing the best they can and their best sadly is not enough.