Growing up my age was hard. There seven kids living in my house. I am the second oldest out of seven. My dad wasn't living with us at the time. Shoot why would he? All them kids weren't his. But he would do what he could for all seven of us.
My mother worked at Publix for as long as I've known her. We didn't even have proper meals. The only things that we would eat were soup, sandwiches, and of course sweets. We never had money like that because my mother would basically spend it. And she would be coming home late every night from work. Or that's what I thought. Sometimes, she actually did come home late from work, but other times she would come home from having sex with some guy. I love my mother but she is a sex addict.
I remember I was staying up late at night when she came home with a baby. It was a baby girl. I thought it was her niece. So i asked her. "Mommy is that my cousin?". She immediately responded no and said. "No, this is your little sister jalila. Say Hi to your lil sister Justice. Come on don't be scared." So I picked her up and hi, and kissed her forehead. I told her I loved her. But after that something changed.
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أدب المراهقينthis book is about my life...and hopefully if someone reads it...maybe...just maybe i could change someones perspective on life...and that they will feel hope again...to make them feel like there is something good out there for them in the future...
