being the older sister has a great weight, and being in one of the most infamous and dangerous neighborhoods of NYC has an even greater weight. Your mother was an alcoholic, you never knew your father. Now you were in the corridors of the public housing, you were smoking lost in your thoughts, until your neighbor came closer

"Hey aren't you too young to smoke?" She said with a smirk, her voice was music compared to all the screams, arguments that were in that shitty place you lived in