T H I R T I E T H : VAUGHN ADALANE XANTHOS

At a young age, I became aware in the world of crime. I never would’ve imagine myself choosing guns, ammos, and bulletproof vests over miniature tea parties, dolls and dress ups.

I viewed the world as a cruel one. An unfair cruel world shaped me to who I am now.

My mother left me in the care of my father at the age of 7. He’s never really a father to me as I age. He treated me more like the men that works for him.

I often wake up to the same big ass house with no one but the maids. Choosing to be independent at such a young age, I never let them meddle me like the child I am.

Settling the usual toast in a plate as I went to the dining table to start. It’s been like this since Mom left, and I never knew where she was.

At first, I never really bothered looking for her in the first place. Knowing that she hated coming home to her husband mistreating her. What’s funny is, I never imagined myself looking for the comfort of a mother when I turned 13.