Journal 8

Everybody believed that a single teen mom couldn’t be the person she wanted to be, a ballerina and a football player. Passion is passion and that is all she had to show her daughter. She matched her room to a t. her life resembled her lava lamp in that through all the hard times that caused her to sink to the bottom, Tina found some way to rise to the top. Tina wouldn’t let anything get her down. The miniature bridge in her room symbolized the bridge she had to cross in life. She provided for her child, staying strong along the way. The dozens of wigs sat upon the dresser as she stared and dreaded the thought of going to work at the gentlemen’s club. It was the only way she could pay for her college classes and the books that went with them. She grabbed the box of cigarettes to throw out, being a mom meant setting the best example she could for her baby. She looked at Marilyn Monroe portrait and thought of being famous she put on her jimmy choos and put her knife in her purse and left the house. She was ready to work her 12 hour shift. Tina got home late and paid the babysitter as she stumbled in. the cats surrounded her waiting to be fed. She fed them slowly because her body was aching. She grabbed the Oreos from the cupboard and the milk from the fridge and headed upstairs. Tina headed upstairs to her bedroom. Her daughter was fast asleep at this moment and she sat on the bed and ate the Oreos and milk. She was exhausted and laid down on her bed to go to sleep; she turned off the lamp, making the room pitch black. Although the lamp was not burning anymore the light that was shining and striving for success burned on through the night. It was the thing that kept Tina’s hope alive.