Sentimental? Kind of pointeless, as the memory never dies in my mind. My grandmother gave me replica baseballs, like I am in it for the shear fun. I just want to cash those fuckers in, and my mom got mad at me.
I am reminded, as she lives on inside of me. I inherited her desire to help. She brought in people off the street to help them get situated. I think she has had enough brains to stay out of trouble with that shit. My mom actually acts that way for a few seconds.. seconds.. lol. My sister tries to kill people, my aunt seems to be doing spitful things, and my brother does not tollerate to much. He was mean to my bitch. Everyone is mean to my mom, except me, I am so my grandmother, as I put up with her the best. Better than her boyfriend, and am not going into it. That is the reason for her saying your all I have got. COOL, THAT MEANS AM DOING MY JOB.