I Wrote this 10 Years Ago! Ha!
Untitled by Lesley-Ann Brown That my mother worked in a bank and we were poor did not make any sense to me. I asked her over and over again, “Well if you work in a bank, how come we don’t have any money?” Such a question often came after asking for a bike or new-fangeled Barbie doll. “Because it just doesn’t work that way.” My exasperated mother would reply. I was confused and took comfort in the fact that my mother was obviously, doing something wrong. Day after day I witness my mother fatigued from work. Snapshots of my childhood is filled with an exhausted mother coming through the front door as I was leaving for school. Only to see her again the following morning. My mother never complained about this lifestyle, although I know it was not necessarily what she wanted to do. “What did you want to be when you were a child?” I’d ask her. “I don’t know...I never gave it much thought.” That again baffled me. Then what was her job about, if it were not an actualizati...