The Quiet Girl

By Dolcie Truman Jaxon

This easy to read book can assist and help anyone with family relationships, emotional healing, abuse, and social issues by promoting and increasing self-esteem and personal growth.

Everyone one from all walks of life can find inspiration and motivation from this book!

Read this book for envision, It is based in a setting of growing up in the first projects in the United States of America, Techwood Homes. Choose the book because the author takes the reader on a journey of suspense yet leaves them with spiritual happiness.

Despite the tumultuous living style; shifting and moving constantly, our minds were unexposed to the harsh realities of life. Realities that can leave a terrifying scar in the most horrifying of ways...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499056174

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Copyright © 2014 by Dolcie Truman Jaxon.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2014913533

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-4990-5618-1

                Softcover        978-1-4990-5619-8

                eBook             978-1-4990-5617-4

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Rev. date: 11/12/2014

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CONTENTS

Preface

Chapter One Shredded Glass

Chapter Two The Good and Bad

Chapter ThreE Vivid Memories

Chapter Four Imprints

Chapter Five The Family Struggle

Chapter Six Blurred Lines

Chapter Seven The Things Mama Never Told Me

Chapter Eight Stay in a Child’s Place!

Chapter Nine Life Realities

Chapter Ten Right and/or Wrong

Chapter Eleven Scars Unhealed

Chapter Twelve Secrets: Words Unspoken

Chapter Thirteen Spiritual Freedom

Chapter Fourteen Growing and Healing

Acknowledgments

I dedicate this book to my loving mother, Cheryl.

To my grandfather Maysoe Daddy (1933–1998). I wish you were here. I’ve accomplished everything we talked about.

To my cousin and guardian angel, Ulondy Dencie (1970–2000).

See you both again someday.

PREFACE

I remember my childhood in fragments, like shredded glass smashed on the floor; but what I do remember is lucid and vivid, like an imprint that refuses to go away. To the outside world, we seemed like the conventional suburban family, but behind those doors, we had secrets. Secrets that I learned to keep from a very young age. I blurred the lines between right and wrong, good and bad and began to live in my world, a world that only existed in my mind.

Here’s my story …

CHAPTER ONE

Shredded Glass

Part 1

Ever since she has been confined to her bed, Mama and I often watch television together. Louis comes in, and soon Mama tells me that it’s time for bed. As I look back before leaving Mama’s bedroom, Louis prepares for bed, quickly hopping in with Mama. He spoons her from behind as she lies on her side, attempting to hug Mama with a smile on his face; Mama is slightly resistant as though she doesn’t feel up to it.

I’ll sleep in my daughter’s bed. He frowns as he jumps out of the bed.

Mama loves the affection that Louis showers upon me as a father, and jokingly says, I don’t care, go ahead then, but she says this while closing her eyes. Being a four-year-old, alone in my bedroom for the first time without Mama, I feel a little less afraid of the boogie monster, because I’m sleeping toward the foot of the bed, which is closer to Mama’s room. The reflection of the hallway light makes it more comfortable to fall asleep as well.

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Later in the night awakened by Louis’s hands, I don’t move, pretending as though I’m still asleep until it’s over; finally his shadow fades out the doorway back to Mama’s room.

Mama is now pregnant with twins and has to stop working due to difficulties with the pregnancy. I’m happy that Mama is home with me more often. When we first moved here, Mama had found a job at a local fast-food restaurant. My babysitter, while Mama worked, was a stern lady who lived in the same neighborhood as us. She is also the mother of Mama’s previous boyfriend. I feel Mama’s absences painfully, like an empty void whenever she is away, and so I never spoke a word to anyone at the babysitter’s apartment until she returned.

Often, we sat on the babysitter’s porch; this was the only thing I enjoy while I eagerly wait for Mama’s return. I was always excited to see Mama walking down the sidewalk toward me.

I jumped from the porch and ran toward her as fast as I can. Mama always brought me a treat, and I was grateful to see her beautiful smile. With me hanging on to her leg, she handed me my treat, which was extracted from her purse. Bringing a smile to her face, Mama gave the babysitter her daily stipend. Mama and I then headed home for the day. It’s like a routine we follow without any interference.

The babysitter made me go with the other children to play. There’s a playground with a small circular-spinning carousel that I enjoyed playing on. I never seemed to enjoy playing with the other kids, because they made fun of me even more than my cousins do. Often, it’s because I don’t speak much and keep to myself.

One day, I ended up falling off the spinning carousel, hitting my head so hard that it broke my new hair clips. I ended up with a horrible headache from the fall, so I lay down on the babysitter’s sofa until Mama came to pick me up. When Mama arrived, she called the ambulance, which took me to the hospital. Mama never took me back to that babysitter again.

Immediately after that, Mama met a lady, Ms. Ella, who lives in the building across from us, and she became my new babysitter. Weighing about six hundred pounds, she never leaves her cigarette smoke–filled bedroom. Often she