Once everyone sat down at the table for lunch mom and dad told us a little about the story. ... Mom leaned over the table as if about to share a secret with us. ... Dad helped himself to some potato chips from a large bowl on the table. ... The lawn was bathed in moonlight and the edge of the cliff stood out clearly against the blackness of the ocean beyond. ... "There!" ...
In the foster home there were other kids, amongst them were a few babies and one seven year old little black boy named Harmon. ... As this happened Janie got to name her self and she named herself after her case worker's daughter, whom had also died, Leshaya, she did not only want this name because of who's name it was also because it was a black girl's name and she always wanted to be black she taught her self to talk slang so she sounded more black and also told everyone that her daddy was black even though her skin was so pale with blonde hair and blue eyes. ... While Les...
I can still remember the nights that i would wake up cryin for my mother. ... I loved it there. ... The first day i met her she was wearing a bright yellow windbreaker with black spandex pants. i remember laughing to my dad about how she looked like a bumble bee. ... During my kinergarden year i had expierned a loss that still emotionally upsets me to this day. ... It was my dad, lisa and myself living there. ...
