Are you prepared to laugh, cry, think and be enlightened! all while reading the life of a young lady catured in the chapters of this book? The autobiography of Sifikia Ruffin-Trimble "Mirror Mirror" is a reflection of a life you will never forget. This book vividly explains how a person can go from a life of gang banging, sex and drugs. To living the victorious life that we all were meant to live. Some events in this book may be sensitive to younger readers. However, necessary! as all facts are true and relevant in essence of the requirements thereof. This is Volume 1 of her life, expanding from age 12-24 years old. Reader! buckle your seatbelt as you dare to journey inside the life of this young author. Mirror Mirror By Sifikia Ruffin-Trimble AuthorHouse Copyright © 2009 Sifikia Ruffin-Trimble All right reserved. ISBN: 978-1-4490-0822-2 Contents Chapter I The Funeral............................1Chapter II The Fornication........................9Chapter III The Fight..............................19Chapter IV The Fugitive...........................33Chapter V The Farewell...........................37Chapter VI The Foolishness........................51Chapter VII The Forgiveness........................61Chapter VIII The Family.............................69Chapter IX The Faith..............................73Chapter X The Final Analysis.....................97 Chapter One The Funeral It all seemed like a bad dream. I awoke and immediately rushed to the restroom to vomit up the nightmare. As I kneeled down, hands gripping the ice cold seat of the toilet in our tiny two-bedroom project apartment. The horrible dream, the nightmare, the terror knocked at the door. "Are you OK in there", my sister (sunshine) yelled from the other side, with the voice of one who sounded as an angel. "Yeah! I'll be alright", I groaned still unsure of what was happening. Then reality was spoken. "Well, mama said get ready for the funeral". My heart dropped! You mean to tell me I wasn't dreaming. What do you mean funeral (I thought to myself). How long have I been sleep? Am I still sleeping now? My mind was racing about a hundred miles per minute. Someone wake me! Tell me it isn't true. There's no way my oldest brother is dead. Wait! I have to remember what happened. "Get off the phone punk, and let me use it to call my family a cab". Oh yeah! Now it's coming in clear to me. That was the voice of my oldest brother Jr. yelling at his slightly younger brother Fitzgerald; who was whispering sweet nothings in the receiver of our telephone. "I'll be off in a minute, hold your horses", he yelled back. Five minutes later as Fitzgerald was still on the phone, Jr. came back again. "Get off the phone talking to that slut, who is it any way Tina, Gene, Barbara"? I could hear the anger in Fitzgerald's voice as he told the young lady he would call her back. Immediately they began to argue, yelling back and forth. Sounding like two K 9s ready to attack an intruder. Then came the shoving, fists flying, what-knots breaking. Now mama's mad! I ran and hid in the basement of the apartment, afraid of what would happen next. Everyone was in an uproar. "Get Out!" mama yelled, "Why did you start messing with him anyway". Although I was in the basement it seemed like everyone was down there with me. Their voices were as vivid and clear as a freshly washed glass from the dishwasher. Frightened! I began to clutch my ears. See I had heard about the shoot outs my brothers would have with other people & the fights they would have among themselves. But luckily I was never home when these things would occur. I would always come home and find the house torn up or bullet holes through the living room windows. Sunshine would tell me about all the things that I missed, while I was off visiting my dad. Well unfortunately, I was there this time. Balled up in a knot, in the lowest level of our apartment. All the lights were out, as I sat there wishing that everyone would stop yelling, that the unfamiliar noises would cease. I was a frantic 12 year old girl, who was scared to move a muscle. Then I heard the words that I thought would end this horrible night. "I'm outta here", Fitzgerald yelled. "Yeah! you better leave", Jr. sniped. I crept up the stairs praying everything was now calm. Jr. was still in an uproar. His wife and children were just as afraid as I was. I glanced over at them as they sat on the couch, hovered together like koala bears. "I can't stand this family", Jr. proclaimed. As he slammed the basement door I had left partially cracked. "Well leave", mama said. You could hear the mixture of anger, hurt and frustration in her voice. Ohhhh! but what did she say that for, here we go again. Jr.'s anger flared up once more. This time I ran and hid on the staircase leading to the upper level of the apartment. When the stairs began to squeak I immediately stop running up them and sat very still, afraid that if I made too much