The truth about this matter

When I was a nibbling, at five years old. My real mom had divorced my real dad for a year or so. So, I was staying with my grandparents in Ariavipa AZ. I was going to Kearny Elementary and I didn’t know what was going on. I had not seen my mom or my dad in some time because my mom had gone to Tucson AZ to try to make something out of nothing. My real father was in Pensacola FL, where my mom left him. My older sister was with me, but she was always unavailable.

So thinking of a career took a backseat to being pushed into this life of uncertainty. I was more in survival mode than anything. I remember coloring this picture completely black from the start of the page, to the end that was how depressed I was, from being torn away from my parents. Then, when I was at my Aunt Ida’s house. My mom came running up to my sister and I and said she was taking us to Tucson. We went there and I enrolled in Reynolds elementary  and then I wanted to be a director. Well shit happens and life throws me a curve ball and that is where I am today, picking up the pieces of a broken life. Thank you for reading.