At the end of the summer of my 11th grade, my mother passed away and became Heaven made.
I was a handful, someone had to watch me. She asked God could he send 2 women to adopt me.
But who could handle this rebellious soul? God picked Christal Hylton and Peggy Nicole.
Two women who he would sure drive crazy, but they’ll love him just like the rest of their babies.
One is his mother from work, the other mother from church. Active in his life in ways that a mother would work.
They’ll have to buckle up, this kid will be a ride. He’ll try to push them away, but they won’t leave his side.
He’ll spend a lot of time trying to reject them, but his mother’s love will convince him to accept them.
Christal and Peggy didn’t give birth to him, yet he still holds the same worth to them.
They’re not only my other mothers, but they have the same son, so they have love for one another.
As much as I torture them, I’ll always hold them close to me, thankful that my mother sent them both to watch over me.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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This is so important, my daughter has a step mom and she is just as much a mom as me 😍