by Basheera Foggie

Created on: April 19, 2008

" Tina I want you to practice your music. You have been really not focused this week. If you don't get back on top of your game your band members will hate you. Now I do not want that to happen so practice okay and if anything is wrong you know you can always talk to someone," my Classical Music Composer told me when practice was over today. He has the same name as my father , Carver but his last name is different of course.

My father was a musical genius and his name was Carver Marvalo and he was a Composer known all over the world. I always knew that I wanted to follow in his footsteps but right now I am starting to feel like no matter what I do I or no one else will ever be like my father because he was extraordinary and he wasn't afraid to be different and express his thoughts to the world. My father died when I was 8 years old and now I am 26 years old. I have learned how to cope with my fathers death and understand that he would have wanted me to have a happy life and not worry about how he is doing.

When I went home today my daughter greeted me the same way she always had with a smile and running to me as if she hadn't seen me in years. That's what I loved about her. Her name is Jessie Manny and she is a person who will always light up a horrible day.

" Hi mommy. The babysitter is upstairs sleeping." She said as she handed me some mail that had came to the house.

" Oh really and how long has she been upstairs?"
" Since a long time ago."
" Ha ha ha ha."

I walked up the stairs and Mrs. Bopplemen was asleep. I woke her up and told that she was not supposed to be asleep for a very long time if she is babysitting.

" I don't pay you 10 dollars an hour for you to lay around. My child is only 5 years old and as smart as she may be she still doesn't know a lot about the things that can harm her so either you learn how to stay up or you are fired!" I told Mrs. Bopplemen.

" Okay I'll learn how to stay up. She goes to sleep why can't I?"
" You are an adult and your job was to watch over her not her watch over you. Here is your money today I'm paying you 8 dollars an hour. Next time I'll just fire you!"

A little harsh huh. I just don't want anything happening to my daughter. I had a very hard childhood after I was 8 years old and I want to give my child the world before something happens to me.
My daughter reminds me of my mother she has my mothers smile and her intelligence.

My mother was a pharmacist. She also did many other things. She was a talented piano player and her favorite

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