"What if, you and I were 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 to part ways, only so that we could find each other again?"
Ever had a memory that was so sentimental, and impossible to forget? For Shiloh, that was his reality. Coming from nothing, having achieved most of his...
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East Flatbush, Brooklyn NY. 4:55 p.m.
Growing up with no motherly figure is challenging, but being raised by two loving, doting grandparents and a caring, black father; helped with the void of not having a mom.
As a little girl, a black little girl things have never been easy for me. Facing colorism at a very young age, being sexualized, being labeled as 'grown' for just being me.
I've never had that motherly bond, that comforting love that guides girls like me through life. Losing someone so close to you, the person that birthed you is a pain I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
The grief that comes from losing a parent, then turns into anger. I found myself angry at my mother for giving up on her family, and leaving us. But then I have to sit down and realize that it wasn't her fault, she didn't ask to be sick, nor did she choose to.
Brooklyn wasn't a terrible place to grow up, it wasn't the most ideal but I can say my childhood was amazing. My grandparents and father were all middle-class.
My father being the owner of a landscaping company called 'LTK landscaping.' Grandpa Tubbs worked as a Neurologist for twenty five years, and Nana Chelle worked as the fiercest lawyer in New York City for years.
The hustling trait didn't fall too far from the tree, because I was succeeding model. I modeled for brands like Fashion Nova, Pretty Little Thing and SavageXFenty. I couldn't be more gratfeul for all the opportunities, but I was ready to expand and model for even more high named brands.
At the moment, I was painting my face. Spraying some setting spray to conceal the entire soft beat, I closed my eyes momentarily, spraying the substance all over my face.
The sound of my phone ringing, caused my movements to cease. Picking it up, I answered the FaceTime knowing it was none other than my cousin: Kristi.
Kristi Leigh was my cousin. My father's sister; Kristen Leigh's offspring. We grew up more like sisters than cousins, my father confided in my aunt off of the strength of me. Being that my mother wasn't around, and my grandparents were older; and raised my father differently—my aunt aided him with how to raise a little girl in today's society.
"Soo... you ready to talk about that interview?"
Sighing, I placed my phone on my vanity so that I could multitask—talking to Kristi and applying lip liner at the same time.
It had been exactly a week since Shiloh did the interview on national television telling the world that I inspired him to become a millionaire.
