Prologue

Sometimes its funny how life turns out. Basically it's the dream of everyone who was born poor to be rich one day but the difference between some of these people is how they plan to work towards it. Some just dream about it while others truly believe they can work towards that dream. I happen to be part of the majority that just dreamed about it but did nothing to realize it. It always started with I shall start building my life tomorrow and tomorrow came with the same excuses. My name is Sylvester Watson, now 25 and I have nothing to show for except a bleak life with no prospects. Born to a broken home with unfavorable conditions, I had a struggling mother who also made some bad life choices but at least had a good strong heart so for that im grateful.

My mom first gave birth when she was 19 and the man treated her like dirt so she had to leave and move to a whole different state. There she was struggling for two years before she met my Foster dad. He was quite rich but still took in a struggling single mom as a wife and took care of the child as his own. They later had two kids of their own amid daily arguments about the friends he keeps around him. My mom could see they were just leeching off him but he was oblivious and just thought she was nagging. It got bad to the point that she had to move to a family house to distance herself. That was when disaster struck my Foster pops business and things just went bad. When he needed help the most, these friends that he thought would ride and die with him all took huge steps back from him and abandoned him. There was no way he could support himself sufficiently let alone three kids. The first born had to find her own way out whiles my mom went back to her parents house. This was going to be a tragic mistake because they were basically poor too and she was just being a burden. Second and third born had to live with separate members of the family and they were treated like slaves but had no where else to go to so they had to endure. It was at this bad, bad, bad timing that my mom decided to be impregnated. Yeah her timing seemed to be amazing. As if that wasn't enough, she had to do heavy liftings to be able to cater for herself. It was through all this that i was born. At this point things were looking like everything would collapse when the first born, Veronica got her first substantial paycheck. Of all things she could have done with the money,she had to first pay the hospital bills of mom, get her all the baby necessities and help her get discharged without problems. All the money was gone but luckily my foster dad got a job that could at least sustain him and he came back in the picture and formally adopted me. Things weren't so smooth after that so she had to stay at her parents and this time they raised hell on her for the absolutely worst decisions she had made all her life and she had to go back to that hard life amist taking care of me. It got really bad until finally Veronica had another big pay and once again had to spend it all getting us an apartment in different state due to all the trauma we've had over time there. She made sure to get all her siblings along our mom to this apartment which finally brought peace to our little household. Being the last born of four kids, I was expected to be the way out but life has a way of upsetting plans without substance. Because of poverty, I had to live with relatives and long story short I turned out to be a young man with no drive or goals to succeed but always hoped for better days. Veronica was still out there doing all that she could for us to survive and the second born, Lydia became a fashion designer who because of family circumstances had to be a small time seamstress just to cater for herself and her son whose dad also eloped and left her in single motherhood. Veronica also had a daughter but the dad was still present in her life at least and wasn't a deadbeat. As for the third born,Linda there is hatred for the family because for her, our mother is the villian of the story because she had it soo bad that she was traumatised and anytime she tried coming back home, our mom would tell her to go back and try to cope. Yeah she never could because she just was despised and treated like rags in that family and at the root of everything was how nonchalant it seemed my mom was when she sent her back to the very place she tried escaping. As soon as she got a chance at a teaching gig despite her business degree, she moved away and blocked all contact with the family.

Now I sit before a laptop trying to rekindle the passion I had for writing but I draw a blank. I now realize that im just an average person. Average family, average school, average grades, no graduation certificate because of no dedication and now no job because of no certificate. I sit before the laptop and start to shed tears for such a wasted life. After a while I close the laptop, tidy up the tiny room with no decoration and bed on the floor, take a bath in the communal bathhouse and go straight to sleep knowing tomorrow will not be any better.

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