The beginning
When your born into this world, you don’t think about all the tragic things the world is full of or when will be the day everything turns into nothing. For me atleast.
It all started at the young years of age. The only days I can remember. The bad ones.
I was just a little girl when I was helping my mom with my siblings. Being the second “mom” . It wasn’t her fault, I was just kinda born that way, you could say. Being young there wasn’t a lot I could do but I still did help. My father or what I would call him “sperm doner” wasn’t in my life like he should have been. He was in and out of jail all of the time. He did drugs and sold them. He was also a abuser. A women beater. He wasn’t really “father material”.
My mom was caring, loving and took care of all her kids, including me the best she could with the little she could do. She worked and took care of 4 kids on her own. While still dealing with my father abusing her and threatening her.
From the day I was born till I was 6 life was like that. Helping my mom with my siblings and being around my dis-functional family. It wasn’t all so bad, but it still wasn’t an ideal life for a little girl.
