tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50341415689994104172012-02-16T07:05:12.574-08:00Just trying to tell a little story...Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06484530415400627873noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034141568999410417.post-43461955447899984312010-12-26T23:37:00.000-08:002010-12-26T23:37:24.613-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjJbi_aYQyw/TRg-MaxtyqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CKiR_eIXWvo/s1600/muertos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjJbi_aYQyw/TRg-MaxtyqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CKiR_eIXWvo/s320/muertos1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />...Well my mom always said we (my brother, me and my sister) were born with bad luck. See my father was shot and killed when my brother was 2 and I was four months old. About five years later she met a man who she fell in love with and they were to be married until he found out my mother was pregnant with his child, he then told my mom he couldn't have children and bolted. Come to find out he had another family. At times I think about it and I agree with her. <br /><br />the story doesn't end there. My mom comes to the U.S. to work to give her children a better life but finds no matter where you go LIFE is hard. My brother and I stay with my gramma (My sister isn't born yet or thought of). I remember when my mom would get a couple of weeks off&nbsp;work to come back and see us. They were the happiest yet fastest couple of weeks ever. It was great visiting my mom too we missed her so much and she missed us it was horrible saying good-bye. tbc.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034141568999410417-4346195544789998431?l=memv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06484530415400627873noreply@blogger.com0