My Mother’s First Tattoo

My mother's first tattoo, my mother got along very well with me. Our relationship is "You will leave me alone, I will be alone". This is the root of countless battles, insults and incidents that have tried to drive me out of the house. She thought that it was what I did under the pressure of my companion, it was absurd because no one was interested in the revision at the time. Apart from their ears, I do not know anyone online or offline.

When I was fifteen, I got my first tatto. A friend made a prison tattoo gun with a toy track motor, a big penholder, a toothbrush and a guitar string. The iron cross he was wearing on my arm was terrible. At that time, it was not difficult for a 16-year-old child to enter a bicycle tattoo shop to hide bad tattoos. There is a lion head flash tattoo on the wall. Tattoos are becoming obsessive. Before I was eighteen, I had six people. My first head tattoo was a small Thunderbird flash design. I think it represents my native tradition. My next head tattoo covers the back of my skull (cry to St. Marq) It is a very big gargoyle.

On December 1, 2015, I got my first tattoo. I always think that there is a possibility of getting tattoos, but I was not convinced 100% whether I am happy or not. My parents do not like the idea of ​​tattoos and children's tattoos that they can fully understand. When they grow up they always check that we know how permanent the tattoo is, and whether the tattoo can be good or bad. I am truly grateful that they have provided information that will limit us in making the best decisions for us.

My 19 year old prostitute is tattooing. Indeed, she has two people. One is the name of her brother, and the other is her mother. My mother thinks anyone who tattoos has a one-way ticket. I played tattoos at the age of 30, and I hid it for a year because I did not want to hear it. When she saw it at last - I firmly understood that we will not talk about it, but with respect and understanding I could show her. Most of my adulthood has allowed my mother to understand that it is not worth discussing a particular topic. My niece wishes that this is magical for her. As she is legally adult, I hope my family will accept my decision and be satisfied with it. My niece forgot that we are Haitian. More importantly, her degree of Americanization makes it difficult for her to understand some cultural significance of her behavior. Her father told her they would not talk until she removed them.