Everyone knew everyone in my turf. We lived in the Ghettos. Our house was a shack looking place, measured exactly to be 23 by 21 feet with dirt ground floors. It was enough to fit 5 people. A kitchen, two rooms and a sofa was there for the comfort. I’m the youngest of 4 kids and the worst. Although my mother always provided and worked herself out night and day to put food on the table, I never saw it as a blessing. My mother, Aida, was a single mother and had all 4 of us by the age of 30. Raquey,…
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