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When I was in 6th grade my mother had to go to rehab. My father had started his second family and was stationed in Germany. I was shipped off to my Aunt Dorothy's house which sat at the edge of tomato fields, on the outskirts of Stockton, California. I was lucky enough to have to share a bed with my cousin Debbie. Although already in High School, she immediately treated me like her equal. She taught me how to play Jacks, and fake being sick so I didn't have to go to school. Her mother was religiously evil, and we were the only two that didn't bow our heads during grace before supper. It was our game alone, unbeknownst to the others, to try and make each other laugh while others spoke fervently of the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Ghost.
When I was in 6th grade my mother had to go to rehab. My father had started his second family and was stationed in Germany. I was shipped off to my Aunt Dorothy's house which sat at the edge of tomato fields, on the outskirts of Stockton, California. I was lucky enough to have to share a bed with my cousin Debbie. Although already in High School, she immediately treated me like her equal. She taught me how to play Jacks, and fake being sick so I didn't have to go to school. Her mother was religiously evil, and we were the only two that didn't bow our heads during grace before supper. It was our game alone, unbeknownst to the others, to try and make each other laugh while others spoke fervently of the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Ghost.
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