She watched over me to make sure I was safe.

988441_10152154452363086_2091838280_nShe walked with me through the dark and seemingly chaotic streets of Skid Row at night. Like an older sister, she watched over me to make sure I was safe. That people weren’t going to take advantage of me or harass me. She became my shield, my guiding angel. She had been living on the streets long enough to know everyone; who to trust and who to stay away from. Being homeless for so long it gave her a hardened tough exterior, but the way she took me under her wing showed her softer side, a sweet and nurturing heart. As soon as she was sure I was safe she quickly disappeared into the night. Donna Monique, the self appointed “Hood Patrol.”