Starting out in life, I never enjoyed my teenage years because I was suffering from a mental sickness, got married, and had three children. We were very poor but happy. I came to America, looking for a better life for the children, and all hell broke loose. My ex-husband started living a life I never thought of. I came to America illegally and had to run from immigration. It was heartrending what I went through after getting my legal papers, receiving my permanent resident card, and finally getting the children into the United States. I was homeless with three children. I was abused physically, mentally, and emotionally. I had to run away. It was the most terrifying time of my life on the road, and I had nowhere to go. As a parent, you try to stir your child in the right direction. Unfortunately, one of my son turned to the wrong path, and there was endless troubles. I couldnt be there for them because I had to work two jobs. I started to save what I could to buy a house in the United States, and way after, I built my house in Jamaica so I could migrate when it was cold in America. I later got married with another man, but that went downhill. I got sick with my right foot, and it was difficult to walk. My huge mansion in Jamaica was finally finished, and I started to enjoy the warm visits from my lovely family. Then misery hit. All of a sudden, a neighbor I used to be more than a mother to became envious of me and decided to block the road that I had dug out ten years prior with his building. That was the only way to my house. I decided to take the case to court and ended up with a lawyer that was a crook and didnt do anything for the case. The lawyer was presented with all the information needed to win the case. Six years later, I was still dealing with skeptical lawyers. Other lawyers were dumbfounded as to why the judge ruled in his favor to own the road. I have a new lawyer working on the case now, and Ive received my registered title to say I own the road. T
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