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My mom was high on crack and she was drinking achol. My mom was rasing alittle hell and she was very aggressive. I love my mom and only wish for the best for her. She just can never keep sober. She always says that she is but she is not. See folks this has happend all my life. I had always had to put up with this. I guess I'm a screwed up kid for that. I plan to make it in the future and not became the steriotypical African-Amercian crack head like my mom. I seen her hide behind the curtain in my room. She was hoping the cops woulden't find her. My grandma called the cops on her because she was high and I guess in her perspective she was out of line. (My grandma is my mom's, mom). My grandma was yelling and my mom was yelling at my grandma and my sister. I guess...I can't really take it even though I have This has been happing my whole life. When she left...we said our goodbye's me and my sister. So they took her in (this time) an ambulance instead of a patrol car. They took her in an ambulance because she didn't commit any crimes. So they took her to John Jorge. A mental institution. In the ambulance. She'll be back and when she does come back I hope she will be sober and forever stay that way. My hopes are up but I don't plan on it being true.