Forever Love
I was 13 years old when I lived on the D train. It was my father who decreed that I was old enough to be excommunicated from my three siblings and sent out into the world to experience homelessness at such a young age. Fortunately, I survived and found a reason to live after I gave birth to my first son. I was 17 by the time Kareem and Mario were born. The three of us lived out of a huge black duffle bag with neatly folded and organized articles of clothing, diapers and toiletries. We shared our sleeping quarters with several friends whenever their parents gave us permission to spend the night. A couple of times we shared our sleeping quarters while entering and exiting train stations stops along the D train line. Once we slept huddled together on a park bench at Holcombe Rucker Park across the street from my childhood home before our rotation sleepovers and train station lullabies came to an end after four long years. I was 19 when I retired our black duffle bag at the top of our Br...