Chapter 1

Sammy grew up in a home with two brothers and three sisters. There was something that was special about her and her mother recognized it. Sammy got her first dairy, most of us would call a notepad. She would sit and write short poems about whatever came to mind. Her imagination was so good it wowed her mother everytime she got a peek. Sammy hated when it was time to sleep. She had to sleep with her brothers and sisters on same bed. Most times she had to go under the bed with her sheets, dolls or...