I was born to Darlene and Willie Gene Heller on May 17, 1977. Entering into a world of love, joy and peace, at a  young age. Not knowing that saddness, hardship, tragedy was going to be all around me. i basically grew up fast. My childhood was very different. I come from a large family. I’m the seventh child  of 14 children. A very quit ,shy,  and watchful person , I learned to stay to myself . I wasn’t talk to share my feelings so i keep everything in. I learned how to express myself through music and writing poems.

We are a very close family. Most people ask are we from the same mother and father, and the answer is yes lol. We had amazing times growing up. I can remember the best times was when i was able to go and  stay with my grandmother, aunt and great grandmother. My first book I learned to read was the bible, because my grandmother was a bible band teacher and she became blind and i had to read the bible study lesson toher every tuesday that was the best times of my life.I can remember because it was some many of us. 

My mother was very protected. She keep us in church alot. I guess she throught if i keep them from the outside whole that they would be all right. But growing up I found that to be really not true. My mother basically raised all 14 of us by herself, so many people ask how, i think because of her faith and the will and strength she had in God helped her do it. I can remember when I was 5 years old and my brother stanley (5) was outside with my mother hanging out clothes, and the phonerunged at my grandmothers  and my mother went to answer the phone. My little sister Latoya ,she was about 10 months was lying in the bed asleep and all i can remember that our house was on fire and my mother was screaming and hallowing running tring to get my sister out.

That  was one of the saddest days of our life to lose a sister and actually watch her died i and couldn’t help her.That’s basically when our life changed because we had nothing, we had to start all over, and my father basically lost it,

I think it shook him up really bad, its like he just turned into another person. their was no more, waiting on him to get off of work, kissing us good night. Not only that it was like tragedy just hit  our house for  the next couple of years. My brother Stacey he because very sick, and my mother and father took him to the doctor. He went to so many doctors and, finally the hospital in Appling County sent him to Augusta Ga. In 1980 he was diagnosied with a diseased called Acute Lukemia, and that was another burden on the family. My brother suffered for about a years and he died at the age of 3. That’s when my father just left and I didn’t see him again until I was in 8th grade.  Basically growing up holding hurt, pain and diappointement in me. Watching my mother suffering with the bills, tring to make  it month to month. Many times we had to share each other closes, someday we had little food, and she would always say don’t worry, its going to be allright, that God will supply our needs. Just as soon as she spoke, the Lord always supplied what we needed. Growing up with just a mother basically, was very hard because us girl needy our father to speak good things in our life, and show us how a women suppose  to be treated. By him just giving up on his family and getting involved in other things, it hurt us for life. The amazing thing is that we still love him.  Probably because my mother talked us to honor our mother and father no matter what. Even through he’s not in our life now because of situations we still love him and his always going to be my father.