My Journey Throughout Life

By Dorian Lester

Dorian Lester took the initiative to write her journey throughout life, expressing the heartfelt truth with real life experiences through her own solution and circumstances, overcoming them by writing music and pouring out love to everyone she came across. Pouring out love made her realize self-improvement within her own life and how she views life now. Her intention is to encourage others by returning the favor she had and still does upon her life. Not a day goes by for her to jump-start her dreams of writing music for others to enjoy and to touch the hearts and lives of others with dedication and passion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9781662487613

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My Journey Throughout Life

Dorian Lester

Copyright © 2022 Dorian Lester

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2022

ISBN 978-1-6624-8760-6 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-6624-8761-3 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

About the Author

Chapter 1

Growing up as a kid, I could remember most things in my life. All not good and all not bad. I could remember me as a little girl, and some things my mom told me, stories I heard. My mom used to tell me all the time. How I used to cry in the swings set and told everyone who walked past, Do not touch me. I could be sleeping, and they wanted to fix my neck, she would say, No, no! only because if I wake up, all I do is cry. She and my uncle would tell me how, one day, he walked out the house about four-thirty in the morning because of me crying. Come on, I was a baby. Maybe I wanted something!

My mom was not going for it. She did not care who it was. She just said, Don't touch, don't touch.

Somehow, as I got older, I still cried along the way. Now I'm crying for my grandmother, Betty. I always loved staying at her house. My grandmother was the bomb. I was young, and all I can remember was that I would beg my mom to stay at my grandmother's house which my uncle, Mom's brother, stayed with, and boy, my grandmother used to give me a little teacup of coffee. I would sit at the table. It would just be me and her.

She would make an early morning breakfast, just enough for me and her. My uncle would be in the room, and let me tell you, she would be mad because I ate on her bed. But she's not thinking about come nightfall, I would pee all that coffee out right under her.

She called my uncle. Naris! she yells.

He replied, Yes?

She replied back, Come get this girl from under me.

He comes and pulls me over, and I roll back under her. It felt good being there. So yea that was a lot of peeing I was doing. But I would always have my coffee in the morning.

During Sundays, it was church. I had just about every Sunday dress. There was every color I could remember. I would wake up and take a bath, and my grandmother would have my coffee waiting for me. I would sit down at the table and wait for my dress that she would pick out for me. I would then be ready to go to church. Some days she would send me to Sunday school, and some days she would let me stay in the sanctuary with her.

I loved it when I stayed with her in the sanctuary because she would give me gum and candy. I would also fall asleep and she would wake me up. My God. By that time church is over, next thing I knew, I find myself in a restaurant with all the old people eating dinner. I could remember the times we made homemade fish pies. We would go fishing with cans. We would sit on the creaks and talk. Them moments cannot be replaced. Then we would go to the house and bake cakes.

My grandmother used to bake cakes for everybody, even the church ministry. I'm talking about whatever cake you wanted. I used to stand in the kitchen and taste a sample of every cake she made. They were so delicious. She would even make the double layer. I'm telling you, she would have that thing going from the coconut, key lime, red velvet, lemon, strawberry pecan, etc. She had her own recipes that only I and my uncle knew because he was always there. So yeah, I had it good at Grandmom's house. I went back and forth from Mom's house to Grandma's house. I loved Grandma's house because at that time, my mom had four kids—three boys and one girl, which was me. So yeah I grew up as a young boy.

Many days my brothers would run me in the house. So of course, I would go in the house, crying. I had nobody to play with at the time! Not knowing what tomorrow would bring. With three boys and one me, I was going crazy. I was not having it. By fighting my brothers, that's what made me harder. I really did not like girls. I did not know how to get along with a girl. It was hard for me growing up. I didn't even play with dolls. You could not even pay me to play with dolls. Then came along my mother having a baby girl. So it's like, all right. I said to myself, How do I deal with this? I don't even like girls.

So along the way, I had to pray not only for family but for me. I still would find myself playing alone. People used to call me crazy. I got that while I was growing up. I didn't understand it. My name had been called out a million times, so I got used to it. I used to always cry and scream for my grandmom. At that time, I did not know where my dad was. He was not in my