Mom, May, and I was always moving around. We never had a home to our own. My mom would find these drug dealers with some money and date them. We would live there for a while and soon after we would be gone again. Life never seemed fair. The men my mother would be with hated me and May. Sometimes they would yell at us. My mom was once with this man named Dwayne, he was a short man with no hair except on the sides and he would grow it out. He had teeth missing and never changed his cloths. But he lived in a two story really nice house. It was probably the nicest house we had ever set foot in. The thing about this man was that he absolutely hated us! He was ha great cook. And when he did cook he would feed his Pit Bull before May and I. And if there was no food left then it was to bad for us. I remember that one time he had his kids over. His daughter was older than me and she made macaroni, that was all. She gave her and her brother almost a plate full and mine and Mays was tinner than our hands. It wasn’t enough for either of us. I had asked his daughter if me and may could have some more. Her dad jumped in and told me he hated me. i triggered that so fast just for asking for more macaroni. So I gave May my macaroni. She was tinnier then me. I could never imagine how anyone could be mean to May. She was always so nice and quite. She was so tiny and cute. She had little freckles on her nose and cheeks. Pretty strawberry blond hair, and a smile worth waiten around for. She would get mad when you said freakles. She would say so prissy "There NOT freakles. They ARE angle kisses. The angles come every night to kiss me goodnight."

                           My sister moved in with her dad, Rodney. And I moved in with my Grandmother. We were separated and it was very hard for me and her both. My story continues, but on another night.