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Introduction
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AS I STOOD afar off gazing at the silhouette on the wall, I tried to
visualize the thoughts that raced through her mind. As I watched my mother’s
beautiful frame, I saw a young black women sitting at the window of her
small, dingy four-room apartment in need of paint starring at the rain
beating back and forth on her window. The streets were dark and cloudy with
one light out and there was no one in sight.
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Mom suddenly turned and looked around
her apartment at her four little children lying in the bed covered up with
blankets to keep them warm. Tears began streaming down her cheeks and so many
thoughts entered her mind. Here she was all alone, she thought. What happened
to all my plans and dreams? Where did they go? She did not finish high school
and was a single mom with four little stair step children with no help.
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Oh the curves that mom thought life
had thrown her because of the choices she had made. My mother was one of the
kindest and most gentle person that I have ever known in my life. She had a
heart of gold and was always willing to help anyone, even though she had
little herself. Mommy was
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