We all have good and bad memories, But I mostly remember the bad.
I was 5 years old, in projects living with my parents and grandmother (dad's mom) & aunt.
My mom and dad worked in a store Paul's store, from 12pm-8pm.
My aunt was the one to take care of me.
She made sure I was fed, bathed,etc.
My grandma was ill at the time with Alzheimer's had a homeaid 8am-8pm.
I usually played with my dolls all day with my cousin Aniyah,
We played all over the house make clothes out of black tape and stood up till 6am.
Not a bad life then.
My dad had his own room and my mom slept with my aunt and me.
Once mom came home she bought milk, candy, Mostly her fav Pepsi.
My dad usually goes straight to his room.
And I would follow
I am a daddy's girl always excited to see my dad come home so I'd run to his room before he did.
He would take his jacket off turn his TV on and smoked his 2nd pack of Marbolo.
My mom would be nodding out and my aunt watching golden girls
Typical day at my house.
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The Life I Live.
RandomPain, Sorrow,Lessons. Life is never easy we all have our something.