You Don’t Know…My Story
Author
Tisha
Author Bio
My name is Latisha (Tisha for short). I also write under the pen name Hope Destiny. I live in Orlando, Fl with my husband to be and 15 year old son. I have two older kids who are 20 years old (daughter on her own and in college) and 18 year old son (we share the same birthday). I have my MBA in Accounting and a MSAC (Masters of Science in Accounting). I have a host of short fictional stories as well as nonfictional stories on Amazon.com.
Description
This book is about my life basically. This book is Part 1 of a 3 book series. It was a hard write so I broke it into 3 parts since my life wasn’t great but I wanted to write it to encourage someone to become a victor and not be a victim of their circumstances. I am living proof of perseverance and determination. I hope this story will be an inspiration to someone.
Book excerpt
I don’t remember much about my childhood but bits and pieces. Being a child and being around so much in my life, I blocked out painful memories of it. I have blocked out most of it because I don’t remember if I was once ever happy because there were too many dark moments, so it blocked out the bright, happy moments that wanted to shine thru. You see my mother had seven children from seven different men. She had my brother at the age of 17 then had me at the age of 19. My mother was still in her prime, so she wanted to party and that she did. Since we all had different fathers, we were not raised together. Each child were with their paternal grandmother except myself and my brother Jaman (the fourth child) Jaman was there because I don’t think my mom really knew who his father was. I think I was there because my father denied I was his because I learned (through my father’s teasing when I eventually went to live with my grandparents and him) that my mother was messing around on him with another man who looked similar to him. I guess it didn’t matter that they lived together at one time until he couldn’t take my mother’s crap any longer. I was happy to be with my mother. Well not really, but I will get to that eventually. I remember growing up in ‘da hood’ as we black people call it. I won’t say the “N” word because I’m not ignorant and most black people may portray ignorance, so they appear cool when they are around their homegirls and/or homeboys, but they are smart but want to fit in. Peer pressure is what I heard them call it. But I remember going from one run-down apartment to the next. My mother and all her friends all living in the same apartment complex and doing everything under the sun thinking us as kids didn’t know anything, but we did. Well at least I did. I remember standing in long lines to get cheese, milk and oatmeal and etc. We black folks called it gov’ment cheese because some black folks are just country like that. When we were staying in Sunset Apartments, I seen some white stuff on the table that looked like baby powder while everybody was asleep. They were passed out and had left it on the table and me being curious as I was, a typical child, I tasted it. I still remember the taste of it, and I know now that it was cocaine. It was this guy there that said he was my boyfriend and now that I think about it, I had to be really small around 8 years old or less because I went to stay with my paternal grandparents and father at 8 years, so I don’t know why this guy said that and I now know that it was wrong
Author Website
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