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Sitting at the kitchen counter waiting for the tea pot to whistle, I glanced around ray leather sectional wrapped around half the roolass coffee table fit perfectly with the oversized sofa I can’t believe this is my life

My mother died from ovarian cancer when I was sixteen years old Soive up my beautiful apartment in Midtown Atlanta to have her back

While stirring e tea, a tear fell inside the pretty colorful cerahteen years old I aht third grade e professor My mother was sick for two years My father had to cut down his work load due to my mother’s poor health

The University was understanding My father was able to lecture two days a week and hold classes online for the re three He refused the assistance of a nurse He said he could take care of his wife I’d watch my mother sleep in my Dad’s arms Sometimes, the tears poured down his face I cried for hiether Noatched her deteriorate before his eyes I couldn’t iine what it’s like to watch the woman he loves die

I want a man to love me the way my father loved my mother, unconditionally

My mother Lorena Lydia Baker was a petite African-American woman as part Cherokee Indian with brown eyes My father said he loved my mother’s middle name and wanted me to share her nas a smile to my face

My father Alastair Stuart Carmichael is part Scottish and African-Aray eyes

My father loved ers along her arms

My mother’s coworkers were supportive Often, they’d send casseroles to our house They would also perform household chores We were fortunate to have them and my mother’s parents My father’s parents passed ahen I was seven then eight My grandfather died a year after randmother from a broken heart

Despite all the sadness surrounding my mother’s illness, our home was filled with love

Watching my mother slip ahile in Hospice was traumatic I couldn’t sleep for weeks after she passed away My father didn’t get out of bed so He was understandably depressed At sixteen, I was able to slick et an failing

The doctors couldn’t figure out rong I stayed withmy dad in the hospital often Mother’s life insuranceMy father used oing toward hteen, I told my dad to save the last twenty thousand and I would pay his ia State University to pay for property taxes, groceries, and monthly bills

CHAPTER THREE

LYDIA

I never lied toat a coe scholarship The stripper job would allow me to pay his medical bills I couldn’t believe I, Lydia Rena Car to become a stripper

My cousin Karena who grew up around the corner fro She said with my cute face and body I would do well Her body is stacked Voluptuous breasts, tiny waist, big ass, and thick thighs Her dark chocolate coh rollers She’s willing to go farther then I’d ever be willing to go There was an older custo his dick in the parking lot

Once she et off her knees She said she didn’tdick, but she wouldn’t allow every ets the royal treatment You can look into his eyes and see he likes her a little h cheek bones, slanted eyes, and long jet-black hair have several men hypnotized She’s like me mixed, black and Cherokee Indian