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south with me and we could finally be a family. That her and the

kids would be good because I was then in a position to help

someone other than myself. How dope it would have been to

repay her for all the times she had protected and looked out for

me. I picked up the phone to call her and she was so short with

me, my heart stopped for a second. All I heard was, “Sam I’m

fucked up right now, call me later.” I couldn’t even breathe. My

soul longed for my sister and my family. And to top it all off I knew

she was in the streets and homeless. Why would she brush me off

like that?

The next morning I woke up mad as hell, and I made a

promise to my sister from far away. I vowed to work this cooking

talent that I had been blessed with to ensure that my family had a

future. But, I knew I had to work fast because I also was aware of

the promises that the streets had made to young women like

Selima. And there was no way I was going to let my sister die out

there on those streets. I went to work the next day with a

newfound reason to be the best. I outworked every single one of

my peers from that day forward. I was the first to arrive and the