I think my story starts before I was conceived.. Let's start with my mother's childhood.
She was born and raised in Jamaica by her great-grand aunt, Felicity. From the stories that I heard, she was an amazing woman. Unlike most of the rest of my family, she was kind-hearted and considerate. But never, ever cross her.
She grew up on a farm, raising the flock and doing other farm work. She had mixed feelings toward this, she enjoyed playing with the goats and sheep but she never liked cleaning them up. After execution.
With my mother's childhood she learned to be patient, kind-hearted (huh Felicity), and selfless.
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When coming to America, she came without any papers (illegally), and no money. But, she did have a dream. She just wanted to make a better life for her children.
Since she had no money, she had to stay with family in Florida. There, she learned how to be respectful to people who didn't deserve any; and to turn the left cheek.
Becuase of all the turmoil she faced , she decided to go to New York to stay with more tolerable family.
In NYC, she met my father.
This Is where I come in.
It was 1999 maybe she partied too hard..
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Hi everyone! So I'm new to the whole writing and I have been inspired to write a story. Hopefully you'll like it.
