I was born on January 13th 1985 sometime late at night which might explain why I prefer to be up during the midnight hours. I was the first of three that my mother and father concieved and I came during their teenage years, my mom was 16 and my father 18. My mother told me a couple times before that I was made out of the heat of passion one night after one of their teenage falling outs that I'm sure all of us know a little something about. Which would probably explains why I hate to be hot, out in the heat and can't stand a girl that is about a lot of drama. We lived in a three story house that my great grandmother had left my father in her passing. Me and my little brother shared one of the 2 rooms on the third floor with my mother and father. My little sister who is a year younger than me had her own room which was one of the three on the second floor. We lived their up until I was about 5 and I remember we did'nt need for anything cause my father was the neighborhood supplier of what I now know was dope. I was 5 when I started to notice that Mommy- was'nt around much any more because she had got addicted to the poison that my father was dealing to the rest of the neighborhood. Not to long aftwerwards, the gap between her coming aroung to see us started getting greater and greater. Soon my father was the only parent in my life if you call him turning us over to a babysitter for days at a time was him being in our life. I remember things started getting stranger, I was at a court house listening to a judge tell my mother that the only wey that she would get to see us is if she put herself into some type of program and prove to him that she could be a fit mother. Before we left the court house that day she was giving kisses to my little brother and sister and when she got to me I looked her in her eyes then her face and the down to her skinny body and I remember saying in my young head Mommy looks sick.
To Be Continued....................
