I remember some months back, late 2011 sometime, I was talking to my Grandma about growing up without my parents’ involvement. That day she admitted two things about my up bringing: (she raised my brothers and sisters, and I) The first, she told me that there was a lot she did not know regarding my generation since she was raised in the 1930s-40s. Also, she admitted that she and my mother argued about the fact that she (my mother) did not like me, or my other older sister. It is difficult for me now to formulate relationships with women which always led me to believe that I was mistrested by one before I could remember things. Common sense is that someone who doesn’t like you will be more inclined to mistreat you. And so, there I am standing in front of a Subway in Los Angeles listening to my Grandma tell me my mother did not like me. After all these months, that pill is still hard for me to swallow let a lone digest. But, the first step to recovery from that I suppose would be prayer for forgiveness. I am not sure what I did to my mother to make her dislike (hate) me besides being born,but the fact that she is no longer alive will never allow me to ask. And with that, I simply move forward, trusting God, and reaching to the best of my abilities.