Dreams

A dog that bites back

When I was a little girl my mother gave in to cancer. My father worked abroad so my grandmother raised me. When I was about seven my father remarried. My husband's stepmother was a beautiful woman she had a long luxurious locks, porcelain skin, and I asked that were so blue you thought you were looking into the ocean.

However her attitude did not measure to her beauty. When I was about nine my grandmother was close to succumbing to cancer herself. My father was on one of his long trips and the money that he was sending for myself and my grandmother has started disappearing. To try to pay for the medicine my grandmother needed I became a beggar there was nothing more a nine-year-old could do.

one day a woman was walking down the street and she dropped her wallet out of her purse. She was too enveloped in a conversation on the phone did she had not realized it. And when I tried to grab her attention she just walked away.

The following day I have watched her scathach the streets looking for her wallet and I ran to her giving it to her she looked at me in dismay. Where are your parents she asked. Looking down with my fingers behind my back twittling my fingers my mother is deceased and that's how the travels abroad my grandmother is sick only stay with my stepmother.

Normally I don't trust strangers however she wants to know where we lived. she said she'll help me take care of my grandmother. 2 months have passed and my stepmother heads kicked us out the house my kind of woman that have promised me so help me take care of my grandmother had walks around our block and seen The misfortune that had occurred.

She told us to get in her car I asked her where we going she said, "I'm taking you home." "we have no home." I said. "You do now"she gestured towards her car on the same day as we were riding in the car my grandmother collapsed and was rushed to the hospital. One week later she were pronounced dead. We cremated her.

Coming to the realization that I was now practically orphaned I fell to my knees crying Miss Katrina kneel before me tell the maid that I had a place with her.

Sixteen years later I became a successful career woman, under my foster mother's care. I had began my own company. My name was a newspapers my face or on the cover of tabloids but it didn't phase me I'm not exactly what heads a place in this world I would always remember had I not had help I will be nothing.

A couple of weeks after Autumn started my stepmother showed up on my doorstep telling me that she needed money because my father has passed away and she owed the mafia. My words were, "you put me and my grandmother out of our family home which she paid for before my father was born. In addition to that you did not help me take care of her he's office on the street for her to die had I not been taken and I would be dead too also you never told me that my father passed away before now I have nothing to say to you."

I turned away locking my door never looking back to this day I haven't heard from her since nor do I hope to never hear from her again