This is an old story and my memory isn’t great but I think I got the story, for the most part.
The summer before my freshman year of high school my father had invested in his dreams and went into business for himself by buying a restaurant. The building was an apartment on top and the restaurant was below. It was beat to shit by the people who had it before hand (top and bottom) so there was a lot of work to be done. With me being helpful and my father never being shy with exploring child labor out of me, we got started.
It is important to note that my parents separated well before this and my father and I were together while my two older sisters and mother lived in Ohio. Over the summer, one sister, Danielle, had a falling out with my mother and was spending a few weeks with my father and me in our shitty upstairs apartment. My other sister, Ariana, drove her to New York to my father’s apartment.