I was born and raised in the Bronx, New York.
When I was eight years old I bought a New York City apartment, which was very expensive at $2.4 million.
It was the first time I owned my own home.
I lived in a very expensive neighborhood called the East Village, which I loved, but at the time I did not know much about the neighborhood.
My parents had a good relationship, but they were not very good at making money, and I had to work hard.
I also was not very happy in school.
I had a hard time in school, and it was a hard environment to be in.
I was one of those kids who didn’t want to do anything.
My mother, who had to teach me how to do laundry, had to make money for herself, and she made a lot of money selling clothes, too.
I worked hard and had a lot to offer.
My father, who was the only person who really cared about me, always wanted to help me.
I remember when I was 14 years old, he took me to a park and showed me how he made a baseball bat.
He gave me some money, too, and that was my introduction to money.
I never really had money for anything, so I always wanted a car, too—like I did with my friends.
I used to drive around with my friend and our car would get stuck in the mud, and we’d have to drive it around the block.
But I never had a car like that, so when I got my first car, I had an idea: I wanted a Porsche 911.
At that time, the Porsche 911 was a luxury car, but it was still a great car for me.
The car had all the features that you’d want in a Porsche.
The first time you drive it, you feel that you’ve driven a Porsche for a long time.
When you look at it, it feels like it’s been a long, long time, too: It’s got all the modern features, the engine is very powerful, and the engine compartment is huge.
I loved it, and now I still drive it.
When my dad died, my mom took the Porsche to Europe, and then she came back to the United States and bought a Porsche 918 Spyder.
I drove the 918 for about four years, and at the end of it, I wanted to go back and buy a new Porsche.
So I drove it around Europe, drove it up and down the Atlantic coast, and eventually, I bought it for $1.9 million.
I’ve been driving it ever since.
Now I’m driving it for my mom.
I have to be honest, I didn’t have any money when I bought the car.
I only had $1,500 in my bank account.
So now I have this car, and my life is very simple.
I still have to make sure that I have enough money in my account, and when I want to buy something, I have a way to pay for it.
If I need something, there are people who will take care of it.
For example, my mother, she would help me out when I needed help, and they’d pay me for everything.
But then, sometimes I had other things that I wanted.
So my mom and I have had a great relationship.
I don’t have to ask for anything.
I just have to tell her what I want.
The thing that really makes me happy is that my mom is now in her 70s, and is a retired nurse, so she can’t always make the decisions for me that she would have made if I hadn’t been born in the United State.
I’m very grateful that my mother is a part of my life now, and her love for me keeps me going.
I would like to tell you a story about my father.
I always had the same dreams.
He was very rich and successful.
He always had a beautiful house, and he always had good clothes.
I went to school with him, and everyone was always saying, “You must have an incredible wife, because your husband’s rich.”
But then I would say, “No, my husband’s not rich, but he’s very rich.”
He always said, “I love you, my dear.
I love you.”
I always felt that I was being used.
I couldn’t even get a job because my father was so rich.
When he died, I was only 21 years old and had no money, but I wanted that job.
My brother was about the same age, and our parents had some money.
So, I used that money to buy a Volkswagen Beetle and drive it to school.
When they found out that I didn.t have a car to drive, they were angry and told me to go buy a car.
So one day, I went and bought one for my brother, and later, I started driving. I learned