My story begins with my birth; my birthday is February 6th, 1996. I come from a very strict and orderly background and my story hasn’t been the easiest but I have come a long way. My mother was Mary Oliver, a St. Martian woman who had seven siblings that included my aunt who will later become a huge influence on my life. My mother and her seven grew up in St. Martin, a small Caribbean island not far from St. Thomas. There they all live under one roof in Grand Case, which is a town on the French side of St. Martin. This small island is based off of two sides to this small island, the French side and the Dutch side. While the siblings were living in St. Martin, some went to French school and gained full knowledge of French while others went to Dutch school and learned all they needed to know about Dutch. Although it
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They weren’t able to have their own children until I had lost my parents, she lost her sister and best friend but gained a daughter all at the same time. My uncle, born and raised in Jamaica, was 20 years old when he had married my aunt, 42 years old, and had just became a American citizen. All of these beautiful and sad occurrences were happening all around me and I was confused but kind of happy until I turned 7, I had struggled with depression. I was placed in therapy with kids who were affected by their parents’ deaths and at that time there were children who had lost their parents in 9/11. I was the only colored child there and was picked on; even then I look back and think how strong I actually was. I was in a room full of white children who looked at me the same way the girls I went to school with in high school. As I continued to grow I went to Catholic school from elementary school to high school and never realized how the color of my skin affected so many experiences I had. I was middle/upper class and thought I was on the same level as my peers but in actually, I really
They weren’t able to have their own children until I had lost my parents, she lost her sister and best friend but gained a daughter all at the same time. My uncle, born and raised in Jamaica, was 20 years old when he had married my aunt, 42 years old, and had just became a American citizen. All of these beautiful and sad occurrences were happening all around me and I was confused but kind of happy until I turned 7, I had struggled with depression. I was placed in therapy with kids who were affected by their parents’ deaths and at that time there were children who had lost their parents in 9/11. I was the only colored child there and was picked on; even then I look back and think how strong I actually was. I was in a room full of white children who looked at me the same way the girls I went to school with in high school. As I continued to grow I went to Catholic school from elementary school to high school and never realized how the color of my skin affected so many experiences I had. I was middle/upper class and thought I was on the same level as my peers but in actually, I really