Growing up in Harlem is not easy ...
I lost my mother when I was 5 years old because she on a drug called " pot" .I was in the back room and I walked in her room and said I was hungry and saw her dead it was so devastating because the fact that I didn't get to spend a lot of time with her and she was so hateful to me because all of those drugs was getting to her head ughh* .I screamed so loud and a elderly lady came knocking as if my mom was beating me because everytime she is beating me she comes and break it up because she knows my mom is on drugs .I climbed on my step stool and opened the door then took Ms.Smith to the back she said "ohh lord were is your house phone " I gave it to her .....stay tuned😁
