I Am Not Following Your Rules

My mother left her three boys in Trinidad. I was four years old living in a house with my grandparents, two uncles and my aunt, who walked me to school every morning.

My mother was in Canada preparing for us to arrive.

Get a job.

Keep that job.

Paperwork.

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| Read about my life as a full-time writer | Stories about Parenting, Passion, and Profit | Author of BOYS AND GIRLS SCREAMING

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