Summary:

Even a bastard child can raise above the rest to become something great. I was born into a family of drug addicts, and alcoholics. My mother had so many lovers that she could not tell me who my father was, and when she deiced not to raise me she left me with my older sister Rachael's dad. Rachael's dad was a physically, emotionally, and sexually abusive man who used to refer to me as Bastard.

When my father passed when I was nine I was horrified finding his dead body in our hotel room. However his death marked my journey to becoming a women redeemed by salvation and freed from the labels I had placed upon myself. I lived in two half-way houses, and four family before the fifth on adopted me when I was fourteen. I struggled through my school years bullied and alone until a suicide attempt brought me face to face with the question, “Why am I here?”