My mom had one brother, an older brother. My uncle Nathaniel used to be really nice to her. They were almost like best friends. But there was always a weird aura around him. And it was something that drew my mom away from uncle Nathaniel. 

My mom's mom was single, and a teen mom. The baby daddy left when Nathaniel was three. My grandma met with another man and had another baby, my mom, three months later. The second baby daddy stayed for a little longer than the first but died in a car crash in the highway when my mom was five. My grandma died before my mom turned sixteen.

My mom worked as a corner store clerk for a little while after that. Uncle Nathaniel worked as a bartender during the time. My mom was seventeen and Nathaniel was eighteen. My mom always did get more recognition though. So Nathaniel got jealous of her. 

Nathaniel quit his job at twenty and started getting into gangs. He did things that he normally wouldn't do. Every night or so, another girl showed up at my mom's door. They would be asking for Nathaniel. My mom would say he wasn't there and that he was busy. Almost all of those girls were pregnant. 

My mom didn't think things could get any worse. She had to work two shifts in order to pay for everything. Nathaniel wasn't there as much as he was before. She started to wish on stars. She hoped for something better. 

And then Nathaniel did something unforgivable.