“Poor Michelle. Her mother gave her up for adoption to working folks. To this day, that girl doesn’t know her real mother. Can you imagine what that feels like? She uses her charm to get what she wants. No denying she pays a big price for her mistakes. I was no different when I was her age. God only knows, the worthless men in my life. Why should she be any different than me? She’s been abused just like me. I couldn’t tell you how many times she came to me crying her eyes out. Life sure has hardened her. You happened to be in the way at the wrong time, that’s all. Mark my words, in the end, Michelle will come out worse off than you. Poor folks like her always get the short end of the stick.”
Slowly exhaling, she wiped off tears from her bloodshot eyes. Out of the bottom drawer, she picked
