My smarts. That is all I have. I am constantly reminded of this everyday of my life. My life. I laugh at this and wonder if what I have could be counted as a life. Well, at least not a life worth living for. I’m an only child. No siblings to confide in or to understand the horrors of my life. No one to sob to during the hard times and no one to have congratulate me when I’ve actually done something to be proud of. I’ve had many awards ceremonies throughout my life and not once do you hear, “Go, Lani!â€? Oh, but I’m use to this. My mom is not one that brags about her daughter when she goes and gets her hair done or bumps into friends at the market. No. My mother has never been proud of me and I don’t expect her to start now. And so, I’m left with the brains that God has given me. Their my ticket out of this backwards town.
I sit between the trailer and the hurricane fence. In my hand I clutch the scented stationary. My face is streaked with tears and I knew I could never be happier then I was at this moment.