Your story is still UNwritten...

Today, my little cousin is graduating from high school. Which is really hard for me to face because in my mind he is still 8. Sometimes 12. But definitely not 18, and a high school grad. His older brother also graduated from college last week-- so I'm kickin' shouts to the Crook brothers. Many congratulations to the both of you.

Unfortunately, I missed the grad party. In my family "graduation party" really means "pour the champagne, roast then toast the grad"I missed my chance not that I have anything sentimental really to say. But when I graduated from high school I remember Bari Starr telling me just how much he looks up to me. (He made me cry) It's quite humbling to be a role model/mentor to someone. I try to keep it real with him. My life is not nearly as glamorous as I'm sure everyone back home thinks it is. I work at the spa and the club to supplement my income from dancing. I have long days and long nights, little sleep, and little money. Not exactly living in the lap of luxury here...but you want to be like me anyway?

I just want to say, Bari Starr, that you make me want to be a better person. I try every day to be good enough to be emulated. I love you, kiddo. And even though I had my doubts that your school would allow you to participate in graduation--lol-- I knew you'd do it. I can't wait for next year. You'll love school. And I'll only be a few hours on the megabus away. And you can visit as much as you want...after you turn 18.

This is just the beginning for you. These first 18 years are just the prologue of your story. Put your pen to the paper, and write. xo

the rest is still UNwritten.