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Times had turned to worse after my dad left, and after their fight of many fights !
I hear him say to mama, "I am going to the store and he slam-mss the front door..
...and he is gone...(poor) mom...she will see him...no more.."  (Now) we - yes...the
three of us, that is..my (Lil) brother....John-Boy, Mom and I.  (Hi) my name is Wesley, and
this is my story.  "As a....Angel came from.....Glory{!!}.."
With two hungry mouths to feed, there wasn't no other choice but to packup what little
we had and just leave. From the rigid-tundra of E.Orange, NJ...andso we hopped on a
big Greyhound (bus) and mama say that we were on our way to Jacksonville, FL to
Gran-Ma....Rachelle house.  Immediately I felt like smilling, and john-boy say's some-
thing in little kid language as I tell him where we're headed too.  But within an hour
into our trip...john-boy is peacefully asleep and so was I when we gets to grann-nie
house as me myself took a lil-man nap and granny comes joyfully running to the cab
and she snatches..."the little raskel from momms grip...(saying)...Julie give me my baby!"
    She hands the cabbie some money ($$) and hushered us into the house where there's the smell of good-ole-southern fried chicken and a large (4)gal. pitcher of
lemonade that's already prepared. Alone w/chocalate cake...yes-3 layers of cake-cov
ered w/thick lumpy frosting, and did I mention...absolutely...deee-licciii-ious.."  "Momm
(complained) aaah-h Mama..you did not have to go through all this trouble, just for us..!"
"Hhhuss-ss hush your mouth (julie) cause I luv's to cook for all of my gran-babies say's
grann-niee...Chelle."  "And that's...Straight-UP." They both (laughts) haaa-ha...{!!!}.."

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