Modesty. It's what we were all taught to live by. Keep your clothes on,collar buttoned and shoes tied. My mother always made sure my pink blouse was 5 buttons clicked. During elementary school I was quite the bright eyed learner she told me. I always came home with hundreds of new questions to ask everyday. Middle school...things didn't change.I saw so many girls wearing shorts and slim fitting shirts while I was still in my slacks and collard shirt. As the old story goes, yes I was bullied. I didn't let it get to me much because I was the one passing all my classes.
By the time high school arrived my mother had been diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. I held onto her for as long as I could. It was October 4th she passed away. I was the only child and my father was an alcoholic so he was never really around, sadly he was around enough to still legally be my parent/guardian. By the end of high school I graduated top of my classes and made a speech thanking my mother. At 17 I moved out of my house with my dad into a little apartment of my own. I still haven't heard from my father. And this is where my story begins....
