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The life of Dana was rough like gray bark.  First of all, she was born in a state park.  Second of all her parents were trifling, because of them her hope was stifling.  Her mom had overdosed in back of a church.  Her dad got arrested and slammed in the dirt because of his involvement in several robberies.  No way for him to be around and be fatherly.
    This girl was innocent and she was young, her troubled life had just begun.  Orphaned at an infant age, the foster home is where she stayed, until she caught a break like no other.  She was adopted by her grandmother.  
    The situation at grandma’s apartment, wasn't much better than what she would start with.  A two-bedroom place with one adult, plus nine kids and no food in bulk.  It was a place of incredible poverty, housing projects on government property.  All of her cousins piled up in one room.  The space allotted was tight as a womb.
    There was no comfort, so what she did was, lay on her pillow inside the bathtub.  At least it “was better than the corner of a box spring, although sometimes it would leak like a hot spring.  It was all hers until somebody used it, it was still better so that’s why she choosed it; or that’s why she chose it.  Her extra presence she didn’t want to impose it on all the kids who already lived there.  They were her kin so she wanted to be fair.
    Limited space and limited food, kept their household in a rough mood.  Granny worked hard for the little they’d eat, forcing the kids to seek money in the streets.  Her cousins ranged from six to sixteen.  Her feelings changed from things that she seen her cousins do in the neighborhood for money.  Some things were serious and some things were funny.
    Yet things weren't funny almost a year after, unfortunately grandma was sent to the hereafter.  And due to the foster care system’s incompetence, the kids were stuck with no help and no confidence.  All their lives their grandma had been well, now they had to fend for themselves.