Chapter One

Three e's in one, because one is taken. My name is Kandyce, I was home schooled, raised in a conservative christian family, oldest of seven kids, addicted to pills, rehabilitated, became a mother at 22, relapsed, rehabilitated, and now i'm here. Here is my parents house. The truth is, I rent a bedroom from some family friends down the street from my parents house. My daughter lives at my parents house, I sleep down the street because I can't afford an apartment for us both. I wake up early, walk to my parents, and wake my daughter up. I tell myself she doesn't know the difference, but I know she does. Sometimes she asks if I'm going to sleep on the couch, other times she asks if I'm bringing her a flower in the morning, which I always do when I walk. My social media presents a beautiful life, full of whimsical adventure and soft filters. I keep it well groomed because when I feel like I'm falling short (which is always) I can look at the photograph...