14/05/72. The lustrous light blinded Jamul. He tried to open his eyes but was having great difficulty. Suddenly he heard the patter of two little feet venturing towards his bedroom door. He waited anxiously for his customary wake up call. A soft, warm kiss was placed upon his forehead. "Morning Lilly", he said sleepily as he rose from his pillow slowly to close his blinds.
             Jamul was a single dad of a one-year-old girl Lilly. He was only 17 when she was born and now at 3 years old she couldn't be more perfect. Her beautiful brown eyes and long spiral curls framed her face. She was very petite and delicate. She was so thoughtful and mature for her age. Her shelves were full of stories which Jamul would read before she fell asleep. She was Jamul's life .He would go to the ends of the earth for her. She was the reason he woke up in the morning and went to work. Jamul's girlfriend left due to a drug addiction, and now whenever Jamul left for work, his mother would stay the night and watch her in the morning. Jamul had brought Lilly up in a small ghetto south west of the Bronx, New York.
             Jamul put on his rugged jeans and worn t-shirt hastily. "Lilly please go and get grandma tell her I'm off to work and I'll be back about 6 o'clock to make your tea". He closed the storm door of his house and walked down the street. He worked as a gardener in a small black suburban town 7 miles from his home. It wasn't the best-paid job but it was just enough to live on. He wanted to make sure that Lilly went to college so she could make a better life for herself.
             The sky was like a haven for the birds, with some sun splitting through the cracks in the clouds like a message from god. Jamul often prayed that he were a bird in order to escape the tedious reality of everyday life. God was a huge part in his life .H...