Most of you who know me don’t know my upbringing. I grew up in not the best of conditions. I always didn’t have a home to call my own, or a bed to myself. Despite all these things, my mom still tried to help us out as much as she could while working and raising three boys. After all the hardships, my mom began to finally become stable living wise and had an apartment outside of LA. Unfortunately, last night while my mom and baby brother were out the house, the entire place was engulfed in flames and my mom lost all their belongings. Clothes, shoes, electronics, personal sentiments, all gone. It pains me to have to right this, It’s a humbling experience to do this. Me and my family have already been through so
much we thought that all of our hardships were over and it was nothing but clear skies and rainbows from here on out, but everyone get hits with a curveball that’ll humble you real quick and make you realize you can’t take anything for granted. I’m just glad my mom and brother are okay, and I really could use any help, whether it be actual donations like clothes, shoes, or simply just by sharing this post. Thank you!