My life has not been as difficult as some, but it has been difficult enough. It all started when I was about five years old. My mom bought a restaurant and it was nothing but trouble. As she got stressed out over bills she began to hit me. I began hiding in my toy box where she would hunt me down and the beating would be worse.

I loved my mom but the beating hurt so bad especially coming from someone whom is supposed to love you. when I was seventeen she started dating a man while she was with my dad. This man was a drunk who didn't care that he was ruining a family. I watched my little sister watch me get beat. But as long as it was me not her I was ok. Feeling the stress and my heart breaking but the time I turned eighteen I was pregnant. The day after I moved out.