Your Beginning Doesn't Have to Be Your End

Photography: Felecia Causey My name is Shunta Lomax-Wright, and I was adopted by my maternal grandmother Ethel Smith when I was 4 year's old, and my brother was 8. I lived with her from birth. My mother (Debra)was young when she gave birth at the ages of 16 and 20, and she wasn't able to care for us. My father, nor his family wasn't ever involved in my life even though his mother lived only 10 minutes away from me. My mother was in, and out of my life, but at the age of 13, I remember she became a constant figure. I became pregnant at 16, and I gave birth to my oldest son. M y mother, my grandmother, my son's father, and family was right there to support me. ( My support team was strong). My mother gave my oldest things she couldn't give me, mainly her time, but before she could enjoy being a granny to my second son she died from breast cancer at the age of 50 in March 2005. It was eleven months later, the family's back bone, my grandmother, pa