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A single parent home and very humble beginnings is where I started. We didn’t have money and yes it was a real struggle. My dad was a rolling stone, he had a lot of outside kids. It was my mom, my sister and myself, the three of us. My mom was my best friend.
Then on July 22nd 1998 my beautiful mother passed away, I was 11 years old. I still look up to her even to this day. My mom taught me everything, she nurtured my passion for drawing and encouraged me to never lose hope, no matter the situation. I still haven’t got over her death. Every birthday and mother’s day I always send her something.
At the age of 19, my sister dropped out of college and got a job to take care of me.