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didn’t want to say shit to her. She looked great, like she was doing

well. I was still living in hell at the time. I always thought in the

back of my mind that she would come looking for me, but no such

luck. So, I would often go out in search of her.

Occasionally I would see her and she would give me advice.

Advice wasn’t what I was seeking though. I wanted her to offer to

help me, take me in…save me from the streets that I was so

unprepared for. But as time went on, she had her own kids to

think about and take care of, she didn’t have it in her to take care

of me too. I must admit, when I first hit the streets on my own, it

was rough. That’s probably an understatement honestly. I didn’t

quite understand how the real world worked.

One of the times I ran into Selima she said, “Go down South!”

I was so pissed I could barely see straight. Why the hell is she

trying to have me go down south when all I wanted to do was to

be with my sister. But, I always listened to Selima and she was

making it happen for herself, so I respected her for that. So, down

south I went.