One day I will have to explain certain things to my children that I'd rather not. Today in the car Jahlel was talking about how his classmate kept saying crackhead and how funny it was. Of course, I told him that it's not something to laugh about. But someday I'll have to break it down to him. I'll have to tell him the story about two of his Aunts, my sisters, and the fact that they are 'crackheads.' One of whom shares the same birthday with him. One day I'll have to tell him about how their crack usage led them to abandoning their children and seeking the high..by any means necessary.
Until then...I'll let him think it is a "person with a dead brain," which is what he told me. Or, as my five year old, Qiym, said "It's a person with cracks in their head." And both of their definitions are not that far from the truth.
**The picture is a photo of my sis way before the drug use. The after picture is much too painful to post.
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