22
Apr
09

Molded

Cracks in the mold

Cracks in the mold

Cars, Cars, Car, I don’t know which one to choose from. In Guyana all we had were bicycles and our feet to carry us around. This will be my first owned property all mine with all my money. Everything I have ever had before was bought by my dad or my mom and even if I did buy it and they thought it was frugal spending I wouldn’t hear the end of it. Wow, I don’t even want to know what my family would think. “It’s not safe for you to drive” “Girls don’t drive until they are married” “I didn’t have a car when I was growing up, we had things the hard way” Just be happy for me for once, I am not living in your past, it is my future and my present.


1 Response to “Molded”


  1. 1 Saudia Ally
    April 23, 2009 at 12:28 am

    Woman Hollering Creek—-Sandra Cisneros


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