It was funny some times growing up we was told how to handle things differently I guess like never snitch ,meaning don't ever tell on nobody. To always stick to your own, always have each other's back no matter what, and never let any one disrespect you. Giving those morals we always kept them in mind every thing we did we stuck to what our parents taught us we stuck together always ran the hood with each other. My mom was a G about every thing she was strong headed and couldn't nobody tell her different but at the same time she was lady like she always told me how to keep it together unless some one messed with me then she said "do what you gotta do baby, if they step on your shoes you better put your foot up they a**." at first I thought it was some crazy drunk talk but in all she was right. Her and my aunt was always drinking having a good time and they would sit with me and give me the craziest conversations. my mom would say she's "spitting me some game" my mom wasn't your regular stay at home mom.
She was a product of the ghetto her self she grew up in the park lake homes projects in a different part of white center. My aunt and her was thicker than thieves and also my aunt holly (my fav) she was the youngest but just as crazy as them. My mom raised us as best as she could with what she had it wasn't much but she made it feel like she gave us the world. She had the most breath taking smile I ever did see. she had a awesome sense of humor always laughing and making us laugh, my brothers take a lot after her. But she had her faults I liked her a lot more sober either way I loved her but she had her demons as we all do...
" Let's go get free lunch" I said to my brother ,fat he replied "okay let's ask mom" we go to ask my mom but she was to passed out to even reply my baby brother fatt was hungry and we didn't know to make anything. So I'd take them to get free lunch at the near by park we called it "castle park" it was our favorite place in the world it actually looked like a castle made out of wood it had a tire swing I loved to go on, and a huge field. We get ready and left every one in the hood went every day in the summer time they had games and projects we would do then we'd get a free sack lunch it was pretty cool. So when we get there I go to the tire swing and I tell the boys "don't go far and don't get into no trouble watch him fat" my baby brother fatt was a little wild kid always wanted to some thing crazy so we really had to watch him. They go off and play and I chill on the swings there was this girl I couldn't stand to look at not to sound narrow minded but she was weird looking I actually was scared of how she looked she was albino and had extra huge feet like a clown and her hands was extremely big she was always helping the free lunch people but me and my brothers stayed away from her. she was nice but we never got close enough to ever find out, but she was looking at me on the swing and asked if I needed a push and I said "no I'm fine" I herd she liked little kids so I would always watch her around my brothers and didn't feel comfortable around her.
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Lost
Short StoryThis story is about a young woman trying to make the best of the life she has ,growing up in a ghetto.This book is dedicated to my brothers Vincent & Myron . "We made it out the hood" I love you I'm proud of you and all of your guys accomplishments