On may 11th 1992 it was a monday morning on mothers day exactly Ella Vb. And joseph Bell gave birth to Lawrence edward Vanburen. My grandmother named me im honestly not a vanburen because my mother did not tell her husband at the time that she was carrying another mans baby. I was the fourth child my mother gave birth too i dont think at the time my mother was stable enough to take care of me and my siblings she was going through a divorce and from what i was told my father was a street dude in philadelphia heavy in the jbm. I guess i bounced around from my mother and my grandmothers i dont really remember my early baby and toddler years. I was told that when i was a baby my father wasnt shit and my mother would just bounce around from men to men. She didnt have a steady income or job and every house or shelter she could provide for us she would lose. At one point in time my mother refused to stay with family and took me into the shelter system with her and that didnt even benefit us. The philadelphia shelter system refused us day in and night out. We were one of the families hungry sleeping in the parks or anywhere she could just to keep me safe and warm. Looking back on it i know my mother did what was best for me and i do not look down on her for her decsions she made i truly just wish she would of got the help for her mental health and the resources for the war she was stuck in raising five boys and four girls in this cold world.
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A Letter To Lawrence
Short Storythe ups and downs of my life and where im now Mental health poverty institutions grief addictions triumpth redemption I dedicate this book to my children and everyone who endured childhood trauma and got lost in the system
