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Roots

Well my roots are obscure because I know that definitely I was adopted . Mainly because my so called mother is white and I'm negro .  When I was young I never used to notice that I was a different color from my mother Story
se I thought that she only bathed extra hard so her skin was extra light . Things started changing when I went to preschool . My preschool was for white kids only and i was the only black . This was because Leane my so called mother was white otherwise black children did not have preschools . When it was time for me to start the 1st grade things were a bit different Leane couldn't secure me a place in a private school reason being that it was just too expensive so I had to go to community college . There people would tease me for having a white mother and foe the first time in my life I realized that my mother and I were different
Each time she came to pick me up the teachers and parents would point at us and that was very uncomfortable. By week two of community school Leane had,had enough she tried by all means to find money but it wasn't enough .  She was riex her best to ask for a loan but she couldn't get one the thing being that she wasn't technically a citizen .

FLASHBACK

Leane's Story
I was born a mistake. At least that was what my mother used to say . She had me when she was 14 . When she was pregnant with me she was chased out of the house by her father and had to leave on I the street. Surprisingly she couldn't go through abortion otherwise i wouldn't be here. My mom started having labour pains at night , she knew she wouldn't make it to the hospital in time so she delivered me in a public toilet on the 23 of October . Lucky for me a kind hearted woman saw her blood flowing from the cubicle and called 911 . I was never registered as a citizen and to this day I don't have enough information to register. My first five years on this earth were not bad considering I didn't understand what being homeless was . My mom tried by all means to keep me fed she would make sure I had a meal at least once every 2 days . If food was scarce she would breast feed me . She stopped breastfeeding me when I was six actually .
When I turned 7 and she was 21 that's when the horror began . She met up with this woman who was willing to help us out . She told my mother that if she wanted money she had to work for it so my mom turned into a prostitute. I could spend a week without seeing her but she would come back with food and I that was good enough. I remember she came back she would take me to an inn , i would take a bath and she would shampoo my hair afterward we would go oaut and she'd buy me a dress to add to my collection behind the dust bins that i called my closet. I would change clothes and we would go to a small cafe down town. She would buy me a plate of porridge , a slice of bread with peanut butter and some orange juice while she had a cup of coffee. We would go to the park to play with the swings and slide and around 12:30 she would buy me ice cream 🍦and would go to our conner. I will never forget the first time I moved into a house I was 11 before then the only house I knew was a cardboard box wrapped in plastic to keep the rain out. It was a small one bedroomed apartment with a small kitchen and a toilet and bathroom outside that we had to share. The walls were stained by some substance that looked like blood , the kitchen had a broken up stove and the bedroom contained a lumpy mattress which did not have a base but to me it was more than perfect. By this time my mom was now a professional sex worker she could spend up to a month without coming home as I soon figured the only reason she didn't spend a month without seeing me before we moved out of the streets was to keep me away from the police and child care and the outings we had were just a way of brainwashing me not to feel miserable because she knew that she could go to jail if I opened my mouth.
When she was gone I would spend the day exploring the park and shoplifting waiting for her to come back. When she came back she was usually drunk and would smack me all the time until one day I confronted her and told her that I would report her for leaving a minor alone in a household with no food, this was when i was 12. She apologized and she never went out for more than 2 days. On my birthday we went out for lunch. I had my first burger on my 13th birthday. She took me to this small apartment it had 1 bedroom , a kitchen with fitted cupboards ,a 2 plate stove and a foset , it had a small lounge and an indoor bathroom and toilet. She told me we were moving in the next day and i could choose whatever color for the walls in our room. The next day we spent paking our few belongings. We painted the room sea blue and settled in with our lumpy mattress. Two days later my mother came back with a double king sized bed , a small dining table , floral curtains and an arm chair. She told me that since we were beginning a new life in a new house we might as well do the furniture. I was so overwhelmed but as I look back I  feel stupid. Turns out our new life wasn't involving her going out with random men but it was the other way around random men were now coming to our house and the new furniture wasn't for me it was for the strangers to feel at home. It was an easy routine actually ; mom would dress up all nice to go to the club she'd come back around 10  drunk with a random men , i would hide in the bathroom when they walked in and would wait for mom to bang the wall. That was my signal to sneak into the bedroom to steal the victims wallet while my mom did her work. She would usually start with stripping herself and then she would start to passionately kiss the men while undoing their zipper by the time it got to the bottom the guy would be so turned on they don't even notice I'm in the room. For those that were complicated she would start with a blow job and🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞⚠
After an hour or so she would take the guy out and would come back to shower afterwards she would count the money and burn the credit cards , IDs and the wallet. This was the routine until 4 months before my birthday. She started seeing this guy his name was Adrian he was  Tom Cruise look alike with blond hair and a beard. He had a muscular body with a skull💀 tattoo on his left arm. If saw him walking you'd think he was more of a business man. But in actual fact he was a drug dealer. I didn't like home at all because he had something i didn't have the power to control my mother. To make it worse  he moved in with us. My mom continued prostitution behind Adrian's back because she was now providing for 3 mouths. She would leave me by myself at home with him. He would invite his friend Donald over to our house. I hated Donald more than Adrian because he used to influence Adrian to go out and it would just be a the 2 of us. Donald would drag me to the table and tie me down while he sat on a chair. He would open his zipper and would force his cork into my mouth afterwards he would carry me to the bed and he would🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞
The time Adrian found out I was happy because he kicked Donald in the no go area and punched him until he was bleeding. Donald left and i never saw him ever again Adrian made me promise not to tell my mom and me as naive as I was kept the secret because I saw as a hero. When I was 14 I got my first proper gift a teddy bear. A month later Adrian found out that my mother was cheating on him. He never confronted her cause he knew if he did he'd have to move out instead he took it out on me. He would use me every night my mom wasn't around i felt filthy all the time and I had no one to tell. He used to tell me that if i snitched he'd call Donald back and they'd be a tag team. In December my mom descovered she was 5 months pregnant and she didn't know whose child it belonged to so she put it on Adrian. He was so happy because he knew that there was no way he would be moving out the baby was born on the 26 of April it was a girl and my mom named her Kaila. She was so cute the only problem was she was coloured. My mom was scared because she knew that there was no way in explaining this to Adrian.

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Leane then decided that I had to be strong and complete the 3rd grade because I could get a scolarship to a private school. I tried very hard to fit in. I would cry day in day out but i soon got a hang of it. It was easy all i had I o do was hide until the bell to start school went break time I would climb up the play ground tree being covered by the thick leaves. When school finished I would run out the gate. The only time people saw me was when I was in class. I was laughing and I felt horrible they always found a way to twist me. Life was a struggle mom(Leane) lost her job at the gas station and we were living off food we got from the neighbors. We moved out of our small apartment into an even smaller one. It had a toilet and a shower with cold water. Then the was the main room had no furniture whatsoever. We packed our small belongings; a small radio , a one plate stove, a small table , two plastic chairs and our small cabinet with our shoes. She lied to me that it was just a fun move to enhance our life skills and that it was temporary
"This is going to be fun Kaila like a camp,"
That's what she told me and sadly my 8 year old self believed it. I was so excited that finally we were having adventure in our lives.

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