My Autobiography (part 1)

Apparently if there is a god he keeps on smiling at my mother ‘cuz they both made it through as well by this time my biological father had been in and out of jail my mother was living in a lone house in the pueblos of Bayamon Puerto Rico apparently like my mother my sister was being raised by our grandmother seems like an entire generation of children were raised that way. Finally the day came where I was born the end of the first week of my life might as well have been the beginning of the end for everything else.