This is my son Tre’. He is 20. He is a junior at the University of Cincy. He speaks French, Arabic,Spanish, and Mandarin Chinese. He wants to one day work for the Govt, CIA, or FBI. He was born in a car after my mom rushed me to the hospital. He wears headphones and sometimes doesn’t hear cars coming up behind him, I told him to turn the music down. He is lazy and never makes his bed up. He use to care for an elderly lady in the neighborhood named miss Joyce. He works two jobs, chipotle and CVS. He runs a lot,to work and back
He wasn’t running from a robbery or crime. He sold his car for money for a France trip. I taught him to read at 3 using hooked on Phonics… They don’t care, but to me his life matters.