Born a bastard child, I was raised in Southern California. My momma never married, and did the best she could as a single mother. She had many jobs to keep a roof over her head, and some food on the table. Not once did I complain.

I adored my momma. My father, I never met, and only heard little about. Momma's heart never let him go, despite the fact he left. He was a drug addict, and a musician. He left so that he wouldn't "harm" either of us. My father's brother, tho I didn't know it at the time, had been sending some money to momma to help us get by.

Then she got sick. Terribly sick, and couldn't work anymore. We moved into a shelter, and in exchange for help and care for momma, I worked at the shelter. Momma passed on, but I continued to work there, and eventually took over as Manager.

My boss passed away in a tragic accident. I left to come to the city to give my condolences, and never left.

In the process of staying, I fell in love and married. But that didn't work out after only a few months. I guess I was too young, but I also wasn't ready for the fantasy's of an older man. Momma had always drilled into me, there's someone out there, that will find "you" as enough for him, to be happy.

Also, by accident, I found my father, Jonas Smith, and we made peace. I found out where my love of music came from.

Today, I'm still trying to find where I belong. It's lonesome at times, but guess you need to cross a few paths until you know what journey you'll take...

So for now,...the story goes on..and I discover just who Val is going to be...




with prodding from my father, he helped me make a single CD. I think he was trying to coax me into his profession, but for now, a little performing here and there with Dad, is fine, but something that's not in my heart to do as a job..smile