I was born into a family of middle class third generation Australian Americans. Dad was a seasoned fisherman while mom was street vendor with a huge street sense. We lived an average life and could provide and have all that we needed for survival until one faithful evening when Dad prematurely returned from one of his fishing outings. Dad usually left home and spend days/weeks outside and offshore fishing. He had a huge client base and connection that was always ready to order all the fishes he returned with.
One evening, dad returned home prematurely, looking physically fine but psychologically worried. I was just 13 then and could hardly understand what was happening though, but mom read through dad and they did got into their room and had a chat. Few minutes later, dad came out looking less tensed and more relaxed and confident. This particular evening was a tuning point in our lives. We moved overnight to the East Coast and our parents lodged us with a family and three days later, they went back to the West Coast.
Forward…. our lives automatically changed and we moved from a middle class family to a super rich and comfortable family. Years later when I graduated from college, I decided to secretly investigated the sudden change of our family status, and believe me, I was overwhelmed by my findings, and I have always wondered how all these happened until i asked my mother recently and she explained everything to me. Permit me mention that she is one of the most amazing, loving, caring, and street woman you will ever find. Physically she looks like a saint but detailly she is a street Queen.
Dad while fishing one evening, discover coke packs and not knowing what was inside, he decided to open one of the packs and upon realizing it was coke, he quickly rush to his wife and explained everything in panic. The wife being a street queen quickly understood everything and decided to cease he opportunity for good. That’s how my parents and I became crack dealers/vendors.
