As a young child, I spent most of my waking hours wondering where I went wrong.
Why did my mother lack the capability of expressing compassion toward me?
I constantly wonder if my place on earth is meant to be. I still do.
Was I assigned the wrong set of parents?
By the age of 15, I was left to fend for myself.
Since then, I had to figure out how to fuel my faith so that I can attain the strength to survive. My soul is beyond exhausted but I keep on going.
It's been a difficult journey.
I now wonder how much different my life would have been if mommy stuck around.
- On My Own: 6 Weeks and Counting
- Still Searching:a place to lay my head
- First Memories: The day I met my mother
- Childhood: Good times and happy times
- Where is the love?
- What's in a Name
- Taking Care of Mommy
- why was mommy sad?
- my cousin paula
- a familiar voice
- Beautiful Black Beauty
- Homeless Lesson
- Home Sweet Home
- Inspirational Lines