Any Given Family

By Melissa Curtis

This book is about family. Although this book is fiction, it entails family values, betrayal, love, laughter, tears, joy, and happiness. This book has a variety of scenarios that a family endures. I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy reading.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9781662476983

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Any Given Family

Melissa Curtis

Copyright © 2023 Melissa Curtis

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2023

ISBN 978-1-6624-7697-6 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-6624-7698-3 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

To my son Felemus Robinson

When the Time Comes, Will Family Matter?

A Tail to Tuck

Ain't No Way

Ashes of Life

Father, Why?

God Answers Prayers for the Young Too

His Story, Her Story, and Our Story

My Old Neighborhood

Now or Never

Watching My Sister Smile

You and I

About the Author

To my son Felemus Robinson

When the Time Comes, Will Family Matter?

I hate you, you stupid-ass bitch. You came in my house and stole all my shit. I let you come here because you couldn't pay to stay in your own shit, and yet you come in my house and steal from me like I ain't shit but another bitch on the streets. I took you and your kids in, and this is the damn repayment I get. Fuck you, Tracey. Hell yea, bitch, don't sit around and act like you did me a favor or some shit, like I'm just something that you can brag about with your friends and like I'm just a fucking charity case to you.

Your intentions are not genuine, bitch. You are just an asshole. You just do shit for people to ease that bruised-ass conscience of yours. Bitch, I don't give a fuck how I am. The moral of the story is I took your ass in and provided you with a fucking roof over your head. I provided you with shit that you were not able to provide for yourself. And when you got on your feet, you stole my shit and just said, Fuck you. Now you're straggling your ass back to me 'cause your ass has fallen off again, and you are hungry for my help. But when you left and were doing good, you or your man didn't even know me. You borrowed money that wasn't paid back, you have accused me of fucking with niggas you've been with, and you even had the audacity to accuse me of taking from you! Explain to me who the selfish bitch is here. Tracey, if you weren't my real sister, God only knows I would have fucked you up a looong time ago.

You are so ugly inside. You feel like somebody owes you something, but nobody owes you shit. And just because I helped you out one time or two doesn't mean I like you. The only reason I do anything for you is because of your kids and the fact that we were born from the same damn pussy. I think about all the times you have misled, manipulated, and swindled me not to mention the other people that won't have anything to do with your ass. I can't stand your ass, but I love your kids. And that is my only weakness when it comes to you. You know that too, and that's why you use them every single chance you get. I would help you this last time, but not with no money. So don't even ask me for a penny. I really hope you get your shit together and keep it this time.

Lou, no matter what you think about me, I love you as my sister, and we both have fucked up in the past. You ain't no angel, yea, but you keep on fucking up. And you are fucking over the ones that have your back. Then you come around and think shit is supposed to be sweet, and it's not.

Tracey ain't always been down in the dumps; she had a beautiful home and a great-paying job. When she had that, she was the old Tracey. This new bitch that has erupted is total mayhem. She has lost everything, and she is looking for handouts all over the city. She is not even trying to do shit for herself or her kids. I broke down, gave her a few thousand dollars, and told her to go and start getting her shit straight, and that was against my better judgement. She disappeared for about two weeks. I got a phone call saying that she needed to talk to me. When I saw my sister, she was all fucked up and even worse than she was before. I gave her the damn money. I couldn't even imagine what those kids went through and where they had been. All I did know was that they were hungry and in need of a good bath. I broke down, took them to my house, and got them cleaned, fed, and in bed.

At that point, all I wanted to do was beat this bitch's ass in the worst way. But I decided I would just try and talk to her. I really wanted to hug her, reach out to her, and converse with her to see what the problem was and how we could get it resolved not for her nasty ass but for the kids' sake.

In my mind, I believe she is doing some type of drugs. As Tracey's sister, I never looked down on her like she accuses me of. I never once asked her about the money I gave her or what she did with it even though a part of me wanted to know desperately. I simply embraced her and took her in again. This shit is tiresome to me, and it kills me to see my sister in this situation. It hurts my heart to see my sister go from supermodel to a dead-beat druggie. I love my sister, and I can't say it enough. And no matter what, I will always be there for her. I'm not sure if I am helping her or hindering her.

Right now, she is into something really heavy, and she does not want to share exactly what she is experiencing. But I can't decipher the bullshit. The shit she is doing makes it very difficult to financially help her. It's getting so bad that her own kids don't wanna be around her. They are losing all respect for her, and that's a shame. You really can't say too much because no one knows what they are feeling or going through, especially when she disappears with them in tow. She ended up staying with me until I was no longer able to tolerate her shit. It hurt me to tell her to leave; it damn near tore my heart out not just for her but for my nieces and my nephews. Please believe me when I say I didn't just throw her out. I did make sure she had somewhere to go, somewhere safe for her and the children. But I keep getting phone calls from people telling me they were seeing her in places she had no business being in. Yes, you guessed it: drug-infested areas. I just had to come to grips that the sister I use to know and look up to even though she was younger than me was on something so heavy that she couldn't even carry the weight.

My heart went out to her, but I gave her to God in hopes he could save her. Sometimes God must step in and love us when we can't love ourselves, and that is where she is at right now. I continued to pray for my sister, and I hoped that one day, she will get back to her old self to the point where she was a real person, a human being that took care of herself, her