He loved cooking with curry so much that one day he served me curry tea by mistake thinking it was cocoa.

My lunch bowl I took to school was badly stained with curry. My cousin and friends made fun of it so I used to skip school in the morning and go after lunch. Then Miss Jean rescued me again and started to give me lunch to go to school every day on time.

I had a doll that my father gave me for my 10th birthday. It was my first doll. I was such a spoiled girl that I wanted my doll to be christened in the church. Father More lucks agreed to baptize my doll and be a guest at the party. There were two godmothers, Carol and Gloria, with one godfather Eric. Two cars were hired and there was a big party with lots of food and drinks with entertainment from my Pappy's brass band. Lots of people came out for the free food. There was lots of gossip about how foolish the whole thing was.

Those happy days changed one day while I was having a conversation with Pappy and I could not understand what he was saying. He fell to the floor suffering a massive stroke and lost his speech and the use of his right side. Family and friends only came to visit him. I was left with all the personal care and I was only eleven years old. I had to stop going to school to take care of him.

When I had to give him a bath it was the worst time for him. I think he felt ashamed that his little girl had to give him a bath. He would cry and pull at his clothes and try to hide himself. I told him as a joke I would spank him if he didn't allow me to care for him. That broke the ice and he smiled.