The Start

On Oct 12, 1987 a woman who i will never really know gave birth to me in a tiny room in Jamaica. although it is said that our memory is not very strong when we are younger.... i sometimes still have flashes of her face. my mother was not able to care for me as she was addicted to drugs, so i was adopted by my mothers best friend. the single most strongest memory i have of my mother is this: i was about five sitting on my new adoptive family's porch when my mother comes flying up to the house yelling through the screen that she had made a terrible mistake and she wanted her baby back... i was then ushered into the house and that was the last and final time i say or heard from my mother. my new adoptive parents lived in the US, so i had to stay with relatives in Jamaica until the adoptive process was final. the lady that i stayed with hated me...the food that my parents would have shipped down to me, i never got she would give it all to her son and would force me to eat pig skins and tripe. yes i remember her well miss. loveless how ironic is her name???? it was also in that household where the sexual abuse would begin. again at this time i was around six and every night her husband would visit my bed.. and well im sure you know the rest. finally the adoption process went through and i came to the United States Of America in the year 1993, new parents, new world and most shocking of all a new baby brother....