I don’t know who’s idea writing this letter was. Shouldn’t you already know about me? I am Seven. Those that don’t really know me might call me lucky. I’m sure my 2 degrees and stacks of good job offers might have something to do with it.
What they don’t know is that there wasn’t a large group waiting to congratulate me at any of my graduations. There was only Grandma. There has only ever been Grandma…And she never lets me forget it.
I am lucky when it comes to women. Blame it on my long legs or my green eyes or maybe even my freckles. I don’t look like your average black girl; I attract attention wherever I go. Some might describe me as hot and I would have to agree.
It wasn’t my exotic good looks or luck that landed this job at HERO, a non-profit based out of Columbus, OH. Since I wasn’t raised with either of my parents, kids are my one soft spot. When the opportunity was presented to me, I wasn’t happy about leaving the warm weather of the south… But I couldn’t ignore the opportunity to really make a difference in some poor kid’s life. No one should have to grow up feeling like I did.
Still think I’m lucky?
-Seven aka Angela P. Browne
