mature mind

Where it began

Born in the fall of 1999 Lucy's cry was heard from down the hall. where her grandmother sat waiting patient holding her breath to see her first born grandchild and the first mixed one to say the least. As the nurse lead Lucy's grandmother Lorain to the hospital room she was hesitant the first mixed child of the family. "How do I cope with this will Ron be ok with this." she thought to herself. walking into the room seeing her middle child Lucy's mother Kristen holding a new born baby laying on the hospital bed tired. Kristen handed Lucy to Lorain gingerly. Holding the newborn girl in her hands all Lorain could think about was how beautiful the child was and how she would never be racist again and never let anything hurt her family.

Waddling around as a chubby toddler you don't have a care in the world everything is perfect its when you become conscious of what the world is, is when it starts to become a never ending fight within forces within and forces beyond your control. My first memory is waking up in my grandmothers room on a soft blue fuzzy blanket high up from the ground . Some how managing to climb off the bed I go to the living room calling for an Anne I had no idea who I was calling for at the time but I knew I wanted her to be there with me , I craved her to be around me then I saw a floof poping up from behind the other side of the couch I ran to scare it. It was my mim (Lorain) she picked me up and and spun me around I was so much fun.

I then remembered I was looking for Anne so I asked "where's Anne?" my mim told me shed be here soon. so I sat down and played with my toys and waited. A little while later I heard tapping on the door I ran and hid to scare Anne assuming it was her. I could hear little feet running around the couch so I jumped up and growled like a tiger although thinking about it now I probably sounded more like a newborn cat.

The rest was a blur but I remember the day my little sister was born Ava. Ava was so tiny my hands holding here they felt like a baby doll I was five years old and her dad Rodrigo seemed nice. My dad left when I was 3 I didn't know him well but I knew him.