Life hasn't been fair to me since I opened my eyes to the world. I grew up in my mother's arm, never knowing my father. My mother was a young lady with no relatives.
I grew up acknowledging the ramshackle building, I called home. My mother had wrinkles even in her early 20's. I watched her weep every night as she cuddles me till I fall asleep.

I became 5 years old and I could only see, hear and jerk. My mother weeps on...