Jabostudio

A family in need, in a crisis to help support my son by raising donations for a gen z curse of loss souls, never forgotten, a war of soldiers fighting and who have fought for generations, a failed business, a world mentality of gen x/y/z never mind the loss of his equipment, and trailer, he still pushing, overcame a power house of defeats, still challenged with lawyer enormous $fees, and medical expenses, when It rains It really does pours but we never give up on our kids and families. It real does takes a village of great kind heart people. I find that most Strangers will help more than your own bloodline . Sad to say, but it’s true in our case. This tragedy has affected mainly my#1 son, who may have felt the most ordeal at once. A special boy to a man….when another family member rejected him, and put him out, fed him none, and all for what their own gain. I was raised by a family with many dark secrets and tales. So how this has affected me from a child’s perspective was good and bad. How they treated my child blind sided was a devastating surprise. I never thought that they would come after him too, when a child says that they did nothing wrong, he yells out in angry and grief that he did nothing wrong....being put out and blind-side and it was horrifying during the times when his grandpa and ma’ passed. Love is a bidding war between our families. I’d wondered is this why my son is going through it too. Trying to create his own family in the mist of world choas. He says it doesn’t bother him but you can tell in his eyes! In his health and in his mind. Heartbreaking Some HIStory: I could never marry, after seeing how my kin were treated down the line. Plus, with over 15 biological brothers and sisters including many Neice’s and nephews I had to help raise, I was forced to work from age 12 to teach me discipline— so they said. My biological family tree fell from the roots hard, I soon discovered. I never known my real parents after age2. Last I saw them was from age 5. An ancestor from Germany and Europe eras in the air, a name was listed (unable to pronounce it) above my mothers name “Coffee” and 1 member who lived in NYC, I can’t recall their name now and another aunt also had a son in Cali, with the same name as my child name…don’t know who to blame for not sharing their crops or bread from the lines of deserted poverty. I have no clue who they are even today. I did find out from an obituary that my natural mother was 1 of 13, her sis and brother passed an Evangelist and Barber owner. Another ironic thing is that they all were born from the same city farm where my sis 1st husband family was born (my cousin had a fam reunion there) Even traits from my bio father, I never knew never found him either but I did recall how he looked…from age 27, a beautiful quiet soul from the lands of Trinidad—if I had to guess. This doesn’t out weigh the person who did raised me, Dr. CJ a respectful kind heart felt and loving man, a Vet who also passed away when I started college, later on so did his mother, middle brother, his mother nephew, and an 4 aunts.