Thoughts

Austgust 18,2000, It is a bright summer morning. The sun somehow bleeds through the closed vertical blinds covering my window. When I fully regain my senses from being dead to the world for about 8 hours, I smell the aroma of breakfast being cooked. I must admit that’s something that I’m not custom to, but come to think of it here at my father’s house is there anythng that I’m going to be …

…made up my mind never to count anyone out. Because thing are not always what they seem to be. With my change of perspective I was able to form some kind of relationship with my father. I am a better man because what I know about my father and what I witness my mother go through as a single parent. On augut 17, 2000, I gave my mother a little break. I moved in with my father.