People in the queue begin shouting, “Hurry up!” at me. “Stupid, what are you doing?” I began to cry, which made me even more anxious.
This man encourages everyone to relax after stepping out of line. He appears, walks me through the process step-by-step, and purchases a 12-ride card for me.
“Not all New Yorkers are bad, but the next time someone tells you, yell back, and they’ll leave you alone,” he said, giving me a thump on the back. I didn’t feel so alone at the time. © Reddit/Wiffle_***
My mother gave birth to me at the age of 18, separated from my father at the age of 19, and we returned to her parents’ modest three-bedroom apartment, which also housed my grandparents and my mother’s two sisters.
My mother’s younger sister was the only one who showed concern for me. I was able to read, comprehend the time on the clock, and add and subtract basic numbers at the age of four because of her.
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