There I was lying in my bed crying, “Why me?” “What is wrong with me?” “I wish I had a different family, I hate my life!”
My mom and father, Walley, were only fifteen when I was born. I was living with my grandmother before I was even a year old but was often passed back between her and my later divorced parents.
Being the only child at my grandmother’s, I got anything I wanted and this made my age mates envy me though they never knew how lonely I felt. My grandmother owned a liquor store in front of our ...
