I grew up in N.N Va. me my brother and our half sister she only came around on occasions , when ever her mother allowed which was not much , problems between woman ,My grand mother was adopted her and sister brought here from south carolina . There parents were killed in a auto accident. My great grand mother was biracial and so were her two sisters there brother was caucasian , he had an Italian girlfriend I am pretty sure that …show more content…
I could go anywhere in the house just not out the door. My brother could go out . I was being groomed and did not even know it. Soon to find out what that meant , but I am not going to elaborate on this topic any longer , just read the book soon to be out in stores near you My introduction to my life. Since my brother is no longer with us only my accounts can be told of the covert story . To escape my misery, I was drawn to books of pain hate and, also the joy of listening to music it was so soothing, music and reading took me to other places to other peoples lifes , our lifes so similar it was implausible . I was not alone, the thing was you felt trapped in this mistry because being a vulnerable as a child you felt like there was no way out so real this was. This was truly mistery. Everyday I read a book sometimes two in the same day. while I played my tapes and writing my short storys , at different intervals …show more content…
Looking back at all the dysfuntional situations we endured , It did not break me down it made me stronger with a story that shows you might break my body but never my sprirt , we had some very close counters and I did fall but I got back up , and if I fall again quess what exactly I am getting back up. Which brings me to know that the pain can be eliminated with time , and thats where the strenght comes in to play and it feels so good ,To let go of all the pain and the hurt and animosity and the adverse feelings I endured, which cut my heart with the deepest wounds , that sitches could not even sew up