PART ONE:
"Left in Mexico at age of 12 to only get traffic out to a family who need a nanny, maid and husband needed a ...... well I made it out to only land in Texas at 17 into arms of a woman who thinks am her missing daughter to only have her rip...
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I sat in most luxurious way to travel, as I was no custom to certain Lifestyles. Oh how to live a life of the Rich and famous. Here I sat elegantly waiting for plane to come to a complete stop.
The plane doors swag open let the beautiful Italy Sun come in. I took my first step down while hold the edge of Hiya Black Suede Fedora Hat holding in place before warm breeze blew it away.
I proudly took she step down as my pointed stilletto hiker boot. I wasn't dress in usual Henry Barbie apparel. This was a time of freedom. So, tore up dark jeans shorts with a cocktail silk hater top that twisted around my neck twice. If Henry same me in such a "lay back" clothing I would know the punishment that came with it. Happiness filled my body like a thanksgiving dinner, making me feel naturally high but sleepy. The best part all of Henry's dogs still exact where the belong in the dog pound. I met have mention it's one or twice how happy I was to be all alone.
I happily took my luggage walking away from the little airline. I decide to wave down a cab. I decide to go against the my new way of living with a hint of some normalcy without the millions of money. The cab stops as he drives to my cozy home away from my hellish institution. A permanent smile cross my face as I rare showed this rarefied emotion. The little yellow car that's the streets of little Italy as my past self flashes before my eyes.
I have come along way from crying on death door, a girl who was met to down in Mexico paying for sin of others. But ironically I have to Thank the woman who first show me that cruelty is a control emotion. A woman I knew as mother.
But this trip wasn't met to remained of my horrible past life, no point to driving down memory lane. I was here to change other pattern of my current episode. Make up. A new business A new concept development. The idea behind my current madness is introducing the woman from my adult films a new line of makeup, stating the' sweatiness of love making won't make your mascara run. '
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