Time, it’s the one thing we think we’ll always have. It’s not true and life has a way of reminding us. It reminded me.
We live in Hawaii, a place some people consider to be paradise. I don’t know if it is or not, but it’s home.
I was raised by my mother, a drug abusing alcoholic, and my tough, but loving grandmother. It wasn’t easy. Everything my grandmother built up, my mother tore down, including me.
I fought every day never to be like her. Then one day, she was gone, murdered, then I became her. My grandmother made many sacrifices to save me.
When Tutu died, I didn’t know how I would survive. If it weren’t for my friends, I would have never realized that life can go on. It can be a life that makes you smile from the depths of your soul.
This is my story.