The series follows the lives of three sisters, ordinary women who experience extraordinary events that changes their lives. Here's a sample:
Tears trickled down Melanie Taylor’s cheeks as she recalled the judge’s declaration.
“Frank Taylor, Jr., I hereby sentence you to 15 years in the state penitentiary.”
That meant that her oldest child would be thirty-five years old if he served the time without parole.
“What was Frankie thinking when he robbed that store?” Her question wasn’t directed to anyone in the car in particular, but her mother thought that she might have the answer.
“It was them drugs that caused that boy to do that,” Faith Carson declared.
That truth only sharpened the pain that already shrouded Melanie in misery. Her child was a crack addict. He had been high when he committed the crime. Her older sister, Wanda, didn’t make her feel any better.
“That boy’s just like his Daddy. He never did listen to a thing nobody had to tell him. Look where that got him.”
Melanie rolled her eyes at her. She suspected that the only reason Wanda had volunteered to drive her home from the courthouse was to gloat over Melanie’s failure as a mother. Of course, Wanda couldn’t be voted Mother of the Year. Her two sons were in and out of jail constantly and her daughter was on drugs. Melanie’s younger sister, Jolene, hadn’t fared much better as a parent either with her three boys. She hadn’t even raised them.
Just like their mother, each of the sisters had been teenage mothers. Between the three of them they had a total of ten children with Melanie being the only one who had married the father of her children. But that decision turned out to be a disaster.
Giving a plaintive sigh, Melanie looked out the window at the passing scenery, seeing nothing. This was not the life that she wanted for herself and her children. How had things gone so wrong?
She couldn’t remember when she wasn’t struggling financially. For most of her life, public assistance had been her main source of income, supplemented now and then by minimum wage jobs that kept her living from hand to mouth. Her childhood dreams and ambitions had faded long ago.
Following in the footsteps of the other women in their family, Melanie’s oldest daughter, Layla, had two kids by the age of seventeen. Her younger son, Paul, was a high school dropout and spent his days hanging out on the streets. Melanie feared what would happen to her youngest child, Myra.
“Will we ever see Frankie again?” The nine year old asked, looking up at her mother with fear filled eyes.
Melanie tried to muster a smile. “Yes, we will. We’ll go visit him whenever we can.”
She knew that she sounded more confident than she felt. The prison where her son would be sent was hundreds of miles away. Getting there wouldn’t be easy. Her old car was always in the shop, and money for the round trip bus ticket wasn’t readily available.
Lord, she was tired of this day to day fight for survival. She was weary of sacrificing her children to despair. Things had to change, if not for her then for the child sitting beside her.
Myra was her only hope that one of her children might make it out of the cycle of poverty that had weighed her family down for so long. Her baby girl was smart. She was a straight A student, and according to her teachers, she had a bright future. Yet, what chance did she have with a mother who hadn’t even graduated from high school?
At that moment Melanie Taylor made a life altering decision. She swore to herself and on the life of her youngest child that a change was going to be made.