Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

I can not remember how old I was in my very first memory of my life. I only know that I was very young. I don't remember getting on the bus for school yet. But I do remember everyone coming out of their apartments to watch my uncle pick me up in his green camaro, sit me on his lap and let me "drive" around the projects. It wasn't because his car was cool or he was popular. The real reason was that I was the only white kid in the projects. None of my family came to see me and my mom unless it was mandatory or holiday. My uncle though he came everytime he was in town. He was a rambler for a while hopping from town to town finding work as he went. 
You never saw a white person at the projects that I lived at and none wanted to be there. But my uncle didn't care. He didn't even look at or talk to anyone except for one time. The first time he came he was approached and asked why he was there. He looked at them and told them that his niece lived upstairs and he came to teach me to drive. They watched him come get me and when they saw he was telling the truth they never bothered him again. And they all came out to see the only person in my family that came and spent time with me. 
As time went by my mom spent less and less time with me. Eventually I was outside right after breakfast not allowed home until dinner. Back then that was when the streetlights came on. She would put lunch outside on the steps for me to eat in between. As the neighbors saw what was happening they began to take care of me. I didn't understand the real reason behind my mother's actions, and to be honest I never knew all of the truth about anything until I was grown with kids of my own. Then I found out that my entire life was one big lie.