Christabella Garcia
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Mother, wife, woman here to change world one opinion at a time with the power of love, and femininity!
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Step Dad's Matter!
I was about two years old when my mother married my step father "Spider." He was a long haired, jean jacket, leather and jewelry wearing man who hung with the bikers in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. Hailing from the little town of Salmon Arm, British Columbia, his pops "Grand-Father" still owns Walper Lumber to this day. My Dad was covered in home made prison tattoos of lions, spiders, and that planters peanut guy. One time before he died, he let me give him a prison tattoo with turquoise pelican ink, and a tooth brush with a needle stuck in it! I gave him a funky little spider, and a girly print of the name "barb" right on his chest. Even though he and my mom were separated at that point, they still hung out. It was heart warming when I asked him, "are you sure?" To having the name on his chest. He said "Yeah, she is my best friend." Her favourite colour is green, and they would drink together and have coffee and smokes every day.
By Christabella Garcia4 years ago in Families
Scorned
Where Cassandra was from, it was a grungy city with boarded up windows. An old factory place called Hammer town in North America. Way on the East coast of the Liberal land is where she called her home sweet home on Barton Street East, next to the number 2 bus stop with permanent marker pee pee's sketched on it. The clouds always seem to be grey there. One never knows if it is from chem trails, or pollution from the factories surrounding, but everyone in Hammer town seem to end up with breathing issues, but they don't care because they smoke 5 packs of reservation cigarettes a day. Sunny days are always overly hot and humid. The sticky kind of heat that makes you curse the power companies for making AC so darn expensive!
By Christabella Garcia4 years ago in Fiction
