Danielle Davis

I was raised by my mother. She left my biological father when i was 3. I dont remember him much. My earliiest childhood memory is being in my mothers lap while she shielded my eyes from the flame on her dope pipe. we were on our way back home to cali. the day she left my father without a trace from fort worth texas. since then, the man i knew as my father spent most of his time in prison...im 27 now.