⚠️This is only in the perspective of the main female⚠️
She was lonely in the streets. No home. No love. No life. Until a mystery man comes and helps her get it together.
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It's been three months since my mother died. I've been struggling. I have thought about stripping, but would my parents be proud? Nope.
I barley have food. I have 5 suit cases full of designer clothing and shoes. Just sitting there with me on the side of the rode.
Let me introduce my self. I'm Alana spring. My mother was, well she was well known. She had a great amount of instagram fame.
My father met my mother when she was 18. Him being 19 1/2. My dad was/is king of the drug selling shit.
He doesn't know about my mother being dead. He calls every 5 months to check on her. And calls me everyday, lately my phone has been barely charged.
Anyway back to me, like I said my name is Alana. I'm light skinned a true thickems. I have a huge ass and my boobs are average. I have a body to die for honestly and a pretty face.
My dad being 93% peurto rican and 4% white, and 3% black.
And my mother being 50% Cuban 30% Dominican, 19% Black 1% peurto rican.
I have amazing hair. I love my hair and sometimes I use hotels just to keep my hair good.
I love my dad because he's not a dead beat. He actually cares and try's. He's probably got no idea where I am.
Nobody knows that I'm his daughter except me, him and my mom. Apparently it's so I'm more safe.
I love my dad and he loves me. Sometimes I just wish that we could've been a happy family.
