Generational Curses: Female Troubles

Deneisha had been dancing for almost two years and hadn't laid eyes on her twin sons in all that time. She would call sporadically and talk to them on the phone but it was pointless. She didn't know them and they certainly didn't know her. They were three years old and in daycare. The only person she spoke to with any regularity was her mother Rena and that was more of an addiction than it was a relationship. Rena Young was the only person whose approval she always craved and never received...