Publisher's Synopsis
i was only 10 years old, when i was taken from my mother. by the age of 20 i had lived with 7 different places i always manage to smile anyway, only the weak cry i told myself. if i did cry no one saw me no one knew. 18 years i was told, i missed to many days i wasnt going to walk, devastated me. i was already becoming what my foster mom told me. right before birthday i was release from jail 27 years old pregnant with my third child! how could i have been this stupid to have a third baby barely making it, with a man i hardly even knew, stuck in my own ways, somehow i became my own worst enemy. alot of men say as women we are bitter, but they dont know our story we broken not bitter.
