Overcoming the Odds: Chapter 1

Today is October 27th, and its 3:35 p.m. I’m sitting at my desk, guarding a leftover box of pizza from an employee meeting, thanking God I don’t have to worry about feeding my family tonight.

Every day it’s the same old routine; I get up in the morning, send the kids off to school and go to work. On the job, I work extremely hard, but I still live paycheck to paycheck, barely making ends meet. When I was fourteen, I believed I would marry a rich man and live in a big house like all little girls did before reality set in. Back then, I never thought my life would be like this, but it is, and it’s a hard life.

I was born on February 22nd to Brenda and George. The streets knew them as “Black Beauty” and “Gorgeous George.” At the time, my father was a big drug dealer in Fort Myers, Florida, and my mom was a drug addict. My father rarely stayed home because he was too busy hanging out in the streets, making money off every drug addict he could find. He was short, chubby, and had skin like rich chocolate. He always wore dark sunglasses above his gold-tee and walked like a pimp on a runway. He had money, gold, all of the essentials he needed to get any woman he wanted. Although he was extremely stingy, all the women wanted him. He had power on the streets, and everyone in the game respected him.

My mother was a beautiful, compassionate, woman with long silky jet-black hair down her back and a body that a coke bottle would envy. She was fine, and she knew it. Brenda loved George so much that no matter how much he disrespected her, she remained by his side for better or for worse, through sickness and in health.

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