The Reading Warehouse

No time in my life had ever been good within the time I had spent on this earth at the age of ten, except for when I lived with my grandmother in a west African county called Liberia. You see, my parents had me at a young age, and when my mother's father, who is my grandfather, found out that my mom was pregnant with me, he threw her out after finding out that my dad was the one she claimed was the father. My grandfather, being a high-ranking military man, went to my dad and told him to deny the baby and get on with his life, and if my father was to agree to this proposal, my granddad told my father he would not go and report him to my dad's oldest brother, whom they called Mr. Spencer and who was also my grandfather's best friend whom my dad lived with. However, he was treated more like a servant than a family member because of Mrs. Spencer was my dad's brother's wife.