Where to start.. Start at the beginning and end at the end I guess. Born to a single mother, don’t even know my dad’s name. Never met him, don’t even know if he’s even still alive.
Mom had depression. She worked as a seamstress at a local clothing manufacturing plant. Found out she’d fell asleep one day and almost sewn her fingers together. We were always poor. It was better when my grandparents were alive, but they got sick and had to go to a nursing home. My grandfather hated the nursing homes. He stayed with my aunt before eventually moving into one. My grandmother died […]