grew up dirt poor... my mom worked 2 jobs and barely slept to support my sis & i
when i say dirt poor i'm talking about i had to buy lemons from the corner store with food stamps to get change for the bus to go to school... my mom slept on the couch for 22 years because there was no other bedrooms & she would never take one of our rooms, she'd skip breakfast & dinner soemtimes because there wasn't enough food or she needed the money to get to work (she didn't drive)
i guess that taught me to be ambitious... when i was little i used to sell things for profit in school (like candy) just so i could buy more
when i got older (16ish) i used to drive by the big huge mansions in the bay area all alone maybe like twice a week, radio off.. just thinking about what it must be like.. i did this for years
anyway, by the time i turned 22 i bought my own & moved out...
now i'm 26 and house hunting with my mom to get her the house she always wanted in a nice & sunny area further south & out of the ghetto
so much more to this story but that pretty much sums it up, my mom is selfless & did everything for me & my sister... she came to this country with no money or family & became a US citizen... my shitbag father left when i was around 3 and she never met another man... her whole focus after that was her kids
thats a real fucking parent & i'd give me eyes up for her