my story

another excerpt, chapter two, from bob well's book, "my name is wesley robert wells." Here is my story: I don't ever remember my aunt, who raised me, buying me any shoes or clothes. I don't say she didn't, I just don't recall any incident like that. I sold papers on the corner and when I didn't get enough money there, I'd steal a little for shoes for me and my younger sister. We were three kids, my older sister, Alzada, myself and little Charlene, we were born in Fort Worth, Texas, and my mother, Ada Pearl, left my father right after Charlene was born. My mother died of illness. I don't remember my father at all, because we were shipped to an uncle in Denver, Colorado, name of Thomas Henderson, Baptist Preacher. Them we were shipped to an aunt in Los Angeles, a tiny 100