I was an innocent seven year old girl back then attending Mark Twain School in Corcoran, Ca. My life was so sad back then. We were poor and my mom could not afford to buy me and all my five brothers school clothes every year. I had to wear hand me downs from friends of my mom's or second hand clothes. My brothers and I had a close relationship. We always found something to play with. No toys, so we made them up. My brother Dickie got two empty soda cans and stepped on the middle so they stuck to his shoes. Then he would walk around making noise. All of us took turns doing this. Then my brother Manuel got an idea to kick the can. We played baseball like that. The person at the plate would kick it and then a runner would try and run the bases before someone kicked it back to home plate. It was fun.
Years went by and before long I was a teenager. Stupid me, fell in love with the first guy that liked me. He turned out to be a DEMON. The father of my three children. I detest him, I rebuke him. Thanks to God , I am divorced from him.
My Jeannette endured alot of brain washing by her dad during her life time. I bet right now she is in Heaven and knowing the truth now all about him and his evil ways.
My life has had it's share of sadness. The one thing that I can honestly say is that no matter how many bad things happened to me, I am still here for my children and grandchildren. I give to them all that I can. Above all else I give them love. Just like I did to my Jeannette.
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