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 …showed first 75 words of 894 total…

…showed last 75 words of 894 total…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.