It all started on a rainy day in May. The day I was born. My name is Victoria, but I go by Vicky. I have an older step brother, and older sister, and two younger brothers.
Growing up, my family didn't have a whole lot. My dad was a truck driver and my mom worked at a fast food joint.
I may not remember a lot from my early years, but I do remember a few things. My family always went to church, read the bible, and had fun.
My father was a truck driver and to this day, he still is.
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The Life of Victoria
Non-FictionEveryone who knows the real me knows I have had my fair share of trials and tribulations, but they also know that the Lord is not done with me yet. He's still working on me and I have a lot to yet learn in this life. Every trial or tribulation I hav...
