I dedicate this book to my precious original queen mother dear and my king father. My reasons for my incarceration had nothing to do with my upbringing. I had great parents who were always there for everyone. Our living conditions were always good, from a nice apartment when we were younger to a family home.

My incarcerations were 100% my fault. It was peer pressure, and I just wanted my own from a very young age, but I was always there for my family, especially my parents.

Forgive me, God, for not doing a better job with my precious mom. I could have done better, but everyone tells me not to do that to myself. I cooked all her meals for the rest of her life.