From a Broken Home, But You Can't Call Me Broke!!

"The apple doest fall too far from the tree, explains why you see the Goddess in me."
-Queen B
I am my mother's child, her only child and I was more than enough. Growing up it was only me and my mama. What can I say about my father, the coward was never there. I eventually grew to appreciate his absence because the relationship between my mama and I is strong. I've always felt like she was the father and I was the mother because we had each others back and relied on each other.We've struggled, shed tears, and bloomed together. She is a very strong and independent black woman, her ways rubbed off on me. When I was 14 I made it up in my mind I will not be a burden on my mama, so I started working. It was empowering to earn my own money and do for myself. It also felt good to make her smile and take her out to eat from time to time. My mother is a queen in my eyes and her standard will never be lowered, I owe my life to this woman. Since she had to work a 9-5 I found myself lonely at times. An idle mind is the devil's workshop, and boy did he work on me! But I don't blame my mama for any mistakes I made because she did exceptionally well taking care of. I mean look at me now. If there's one thing I've learned from my mom it's MONEY over EVERYTHING, but in my HEART there's nothing over HER.