Growing up, I always would get discouraged to ask my mama about my father. I wanted to know where he was, who he was, and why he wasn't around. I was only five years old and filled with curiosity. As a child, I would watch my classmates interact with their fathers during school activities, open house, and field days. I vividly remember staring off into the audience during awards day at my school with a ravishing pain in my heart. Many of my peers had their 'parents'  and family members clapping and cheering for their accomplishments. I would watch many of my peers smile and pose for photos with their parents, while me on the other hand I often times didn't see my own mother at my school functions...

 After only six months after high school, I was under depression. I felt like I wasn't going to amount to anything or be anyone worth looking up to. I was still blessed to say and be the first person from my immediate family to graduate from high school.

 I was nineteen and with no job, no car, or a supportive family. I wanted to go to college and major in mass communications and be the next Uptown Angela on Q93. But once, I realized that my mother didn't have a job nor the education or the finances to place me into college, I had to learn to let go...