My Life, My Joy, My Pain Page. 4

“The Wonder Years”

I was born December 30, 1983 in West Palm Beach, Florida, Saint Mary’s Hospital to be exact. At times, I wish that we can remember those first moments of our lives as a baby in our adulthood, because I’m curious about a lot of things that I will never–know–about during my wonder years. My mother Pamela Marie Sephes was young when she had me, 17 I believe, but she didn’t let that get her down, she was there as a mother for me and my other two siblings Eric and Meka in every way that a mother should.

Growing up I had many vivid memories, from the good to the bad, but my mother never really allowed me see her struggle. As a kid I was very spoiled, not in a vain financial way, but more in a heart felt way. Anything I wanted, my Mother did the best that she could at making sure that I received it when she go it. During my younger years, we stayed Downtown West Palm Beach, but I was born in Monroe Heights in Riviera Beach, then we migrated downtown, and back to Riviera after a few years. My mom was a nice–laid–back type of lady, but a very fun and spontaneous woman at the same time. People loved to be around her, she used to party with my aunts a lot, but it was mostly innocent fun. Me, my little brother and sister were very well taken cared of, she worked hard for it too, so I believe that it was well deserving.

I remember times that my aunt would pull up in her lil’ red car, I forgot what kind, but it was fly back then I guess, now you wouldn’t catch her in it lol. They were party girls–unlike my other aunts–Venessa and Michelle, albeit my aunt Venessa–she was the fighting sister, cussed more then a sailor, I think her kids was to blame lol. My aunt Michelle was the school girl, but I’ll get into that later, oh and I can’t forget about my uncle Dennis and uncle Danny! I’ll tell yall about them later.

Needless to say, I’m just kind of giving you all a rounded off description of the people that influenced my life the most before this journey began. My mother had a few friends or relationships rather–through out my younger years. She never brought anyone around us like that, but I do remember a couple male friends of hers, to be honest, they all respected her–during their given time of association. I never got chastised by any of them or anything. When it came to me or any of her kids–she didn’t play about us. Nonetheless, with each relationship that I remembered her being involved in–back–then was cool… I mean she was happy from my recollection, most of all they were non-abusive guys, they kept it cool and respectful.

Truth be told no-one ever hit my mother and I really thank God that her choice of men was good on that part at least. Getting to know my mother, especially being involved in her life intimately as a her fist child, meeting her yourself–you would truly get a chance to know her as the beautiful woman that she was inside and out to me, I really don’t think that her spirit would give off the type of vibes to make you want to harm her, no matter how you knew her. That was the beauty of knowing my mom, I believe that’s the reason why I have such difficulties now finding love within a relationship, because I often find myself searching for the love of my mother–knowing that more than likely these days and times that I may not find it in another woman alive.

Besides, that was an authentic–one–of–a–kind love that can’t be matched, but you guys will read about my love life later…😅

To Be Continued next Monday…

My Life, My Joy, My Pain… The Autobiography of Marvel A: Marvelous Thought By: Marvel

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