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Long story short, my heritage is Scottish/Irish/German, and I was raised by a Jamaican family. from them I learned how to cook, how to live, how to play, how to fight, and how to love.

My foster mother taught me many things during our time together, but one of the most memorable things she ever taught me was about love:

My foster mother was 15 when she met her first husband. They were high-school sweethearts, and they were married as soon as they finished school. She was with him for 5 years during which he beat her constantly and made her do obscene things with his friends. She soon became pregnant with his twins, Kima and Khalil. He was ecstatic about the birth of his children and stopped beating her...for a while.

When the twins were only four, my momma came home from workone day to find her husband having sex with some strange woman in her living room as the kids sat huddled together in a corner, crying. She wallked calmly over to the kids, and ushered them out of the room. When she returned a few moments later, her husband had not moved from his conquest, and was, in fact, still working at it. My momma, being a true Yardy woman, beat him down, true Yardy style, all the while growling at him and the woman that if her children heard so much as a whimoer from either of them, it would be the last sound they would ever make.

Well, she left him and took the kids, but went through 2 more marriages and a few lovers before finally, after 30 years of trial-by-error, she met Jean, from Haiti. At first, she was not overly impressed by him, but she soon learned what a genuinely good man he was. They were married, and he was with her for 7 years, until she died in 2005.

The wisdom that she bestowed upon me before she died was this: True love is one of the few things in this life worth the pain of finding. When you actually find it, you will soon forget about all of the people in your past who hurt you.

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