Real women love real men. So when Shelle Milton finally got together with corner boy turned major dealer, Sunny, she felt complete. She'd had her eye on him for a couple of years but because he worked for her father Sherman, a well known drug kingpin, Sunny didn't want to mix business with pleasure.
Things changed after Shelle's mother Cora and Cora's boyfriend Freddy were brutally murdered the day Cora came home from a nine month stay in a rehab facility. There were no leads or evidence, and because of Cora and Freddy's history of drug abuse the police showed no interest in really solving the murders.
Shelle went into a very deep depression when her family was killed. She stayed in a weed haze and drunken stupor for a month. Sunny, who was hired by her father as her protector, watched her downward spiral and his heart broke with every beat. With Sherman's blessing, Sunny acted on his feelings for Shelle and showed her the love she needed to let go of the hurt and start living her life again.
Shelle's new love with Sunny combined with her unconditional love for Cora and Freddy inspired her to take matters into her own hands and find out who was behind the murders. She enlisted her best friend, a young hustler named Deion to be her partner.
When the two start to piece the clues together and the evidence leads to Sunny his attitude changes and things start to get complicated.
Is the love of Shelle's life who watched her grow from a girl to a woman really a cold-blooded murderer?
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Saturday, April 17, 2010
Monday, August 3, 2009
Pride and Inspiration
At 57 years old, my mother decided to go back to school to get her GED. This shocked me! My mom has been through so much in her life. She grew up suffering abuse from my grandmother so she left home at 15 and had my oldest sister at 16. By the time she was 22 years old she had 4 daughters and she was struggling to take care of them on her own.
She went back home to get some help from my grandparents and it backfired on her. Shortly after moving in, the constant arguing and fighting with my grandmother got to be too much for her so she left my sisters there while she got on her feet. Soon after my sisters were adopted by my grandparents.
My mother got a job, found an apartment, and settled down and had me and my brother. She continued to be an important figure in my sisters lives. It was hard because they had been brainwashed for years into thinking that my mother was a horrible person who left them because she didn't love them. My sisters endured the same abuse that my mom, aunts, and uncles did from my grandmother. So once they became teenagers, they left and came back to my mom.
For years my mother and father worked and supported my siblings and I. We weren't rich, but I was never homeless or hungry. I had a great childhood, for the most part and I thank my parents so much for that.
When my grandparents got sick my mother, father, and I moved into their home to take care of them. She put her life on hold to make sure that they were okay even after the hell they put her through for her entire life.
She suffers from heart disease, she still supports my father through his alcoholism, and yet she found the strength to put the peices of her life back together. The pride and inspiration that I feel now seeing her go to class everyday is unexplainable! She's overcome so much in her life but she never gave up. She was never depressed. She was never bitter.
She was only strong and determined to live. My hero!
She went back home to get some help from my grandparents and it backfired on her. Shortly after moving in, the constant arguing and fighting with my grandmother got to be too much for her so she left my sisters there while she got on her feet. Soon after my sisters were adopted by my grandparents.
My mother got a job, found an apartment, and settled down and had me and my brother. She continued to be an important figure in my sisters lives. It was hard because they had been brainwashed for years into thinking that my mother was a horrible person who left them because she didn't love them. My sisters endured the same abuse that my mom, aunts, and uncles did from my grandmother. So once they became teenagers, they left and came back to my mom.
For years my mother and father worked and supported my siblings and I. We weren't rich, but I was never homeless or hungry. I had a great childhood, for the most part and I thank my parents so much for that.
When my grandparents got sick my mother, father, and I moved into their home to take care of them. She put her life on hold to make sure that they were okay even after the hell they put her through for her entire life.
She suffers from heart disease, she still supports my father through his alcoholism, and yet she found the strength to put the peices of her life back together. The pride and inspiration that I feel now seeing her go to class everyday is unexplainable! She's overcome so much in her life but she never gave up. She was never depressed. She was never bitter.
She was only strong and determined to live. My hero!
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