We were so poor that my mother would often leave me in a foster home until she could raise enough money to rent rooms for us.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had time with my mother, but I really lived with my father. One time he gave all his salary so I could travel to a training camp. He couldn't pay the rent, but he did that.
When I was growing up, my parents took in foster children. From a young age, I learned that there are a lot of children in need.
We were poor. But my mom never accepted that. She worked hard to become a residential contractor - got her master's with honors at the University of New Orleans. I used to go to every class with her. Her father was my paternal figure.
I grew up in an era of pretty severe poverty. My parents weathered the Great Depression, and money was always a very big concern. I was weaned on a shortage mentality and placed in foster homes largely because there simply wasn't enough money to take care of the most basic of needs.
My mom lived with me until I started making enough money to support myself. I was asking her to leave the entire time. I'd been ready to move out since I was, like, 14.
My mother kept the house clean and we ate good. I didn't know we were poor until I started giving interviews.
My mother was predominately a stay-at-home mom.
My mom and I built a guest house on my property so that my mom could help me fostering animals. I do multiple fosters a month.
Growing up, we didn't have anything. My mum wasn't well, so I was in three care homes then foster homes before me and my little brother went back to her. I was passed from pillar to post.
I was an only child. We were so poor, my parents and I had the same room.