When I told Mama that some day I would walk in space, she said, “People like “us” don’t go far in this life.” But, I learned that poverty was our condition, but not necessarily my destiny. Looking at earth and fearing for its future, I wished Mama had lived to see my success.
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Written for Twittering Tales #133 by Kat Myrman. Write a story of less than 280 characters using the photo prompt provided.
Help from Heaven 
Oh that IS good! I’m from a family that didn’t encourage lofty aspirations…and it had nothing to do with race or poverty.
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What a wonderful tale Regina. Such a great lesson, however bittersweet. His mama would be proud. ❤️
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Good story
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This is so well written and hopeful. Thank you.
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