2:30 AM

This item is the beginning of the memoir I am currently writing.

I was nine years old; it was 2:30 in the morning I couldn't sleep so I sat at my table writing. A few minutes later my mother comes into my room and says"What are you doing out of bed" without looking up at her I said "I am writing my future" she leaned over a little to see what I was writing and said "Am in it?

I looked over at her hands, she had a Bacardi bottle in one hand and a crack pipe in the other,  I looked up at her and said "I don't know are you?"