Chapter 1
I’m Anna, the girl my family never loved and the one everyone seems to hate. My mother died when I was just a baby, and since then my father has always blamed me for her death. Growing up, I heard the same painful words over and over again: “Why did you come into this world? It’s all your fault!” Those words stayed with me, shaping how I saw myself and the world around me. Instead of comfort or care, I was met with anger and resentment.
My father couldn’t cope with his grief and turned to alcohol as a way to escape his pain. Over time, his drinking became constant, and the person he was faded away. The house that should have been a place of safety felt cold and heavy, filled with silence or sudden outbursts. I learned to keep to myself, trying not to draw attention, hoping to avoid his anger.
Without a mother and with a father lost in his own suffering, I grew up feeling alone and unwanted. It felt as though I was carrying a burden I never chose, blamed for something I could never control. Even so, deep inside, there is still a part of me that wonders what it would feel like to be loved, to be seen not as a mistake, but as someone who deserves kindness and understanding.
Hello everyone! I know the introduction to the book I wrote turned out very short, but don’t worry—I’ll post one or two chapters every week starting today. Take care, my dear friends.
