I have worked all my life. After my parents split my mother depended heavily on her work as a seamstress to pay the bills. I remember being seven years old staying up until 12am on a school night to help my mother trim threads off clothing. Fast forward to my pre-teen years, my mother, my two younger siblings, and I would cram into a Toyota minivan headed towards the city of Fontana to sell clothing on the weekends. A summer break was unheard of to me. Having to see my mother work so hard I decided to help in any way I could. I did it all, I sold candy at school, I collected cans, I taught myself to fix computers and profited from it, and my desperation and ambition lead me to involve myself in things that ruined my life.
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