The Power of a Honey Mama

I grew up as the youngest child of three. I'm a single mom. My mom and dad were divorced when I was three. So, it was mom and my two older sisters which are eight and ten years older. She would be at work all day. And I would go to what was my honey mama's house. What's all day? Early in the morning, I think I remember. This is my memories.My mom had a Corvette. She had a white Corvette and this is going to sound scary dangerous now but these were different times then. so, since she didn't want to wake me up, she would put me in my pajamas. I would lay