After all she was the youngest of nine and a girl. But she was no ordinary gal. She listened, paid attention and began to see herself the same way her brothers were seen. After all she oozed love, kindness and compassion but her immediate older brother was always riding her making life impossible; she knew he meant well but…every day!
Man he was relentless, always asking about homework and boyfriends. Why you talking to Candy?
It seemed as if he could read my mind then he started with a name I never liked, God what a pain my brother. Then one day I had an epiphany, my crazy little brother was just trying to prepare me for life.
I won’t ever forget that day my little brother got beat by a bunch of boys. The King Family, ironically, they lived at 515 on the fifth floor. That day after school let out this Black boy, Keith, Agee and others beat my little brother even though he’s 3 years older than me he will always be my little brother; that day Keith beat my brother and I said to myself, “Imma be a cop yo! No more bullying.
She served 20 years and came out alive, NYPD PROUD, MIDTOWN SOUTH P.O. MIZGIL MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE SISTER WHOM I LOVE TO PIECES!