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I have always dreamed of myself having a good life, meaning, growing up in a good neighborhood and doing things right. But to be honest what is the definition of a good life these days? Having a lot of money and not caring for anyone else but yourself, or just acting like everything is good when it really isn’t? My life as a child was horrible. I really don’t know how to start, there are too many things to say. I guess I’ll start with my parents. My mother was about nineteen when she had me. She moved in with my father when she was fifteen. Mind you, he was already married and had two kids with his wife, one kid with his mistress, and my mother had my sister and me. Disgusting, I know, but that’s not the worst part. My father and my mother were cousins. Not distant cousins, but blood. Then, to top it all off, we lived in a three-family house; my father lived in the first floor with his wife and kids, and we (meaning my mother my sister and I) lived in the second floor. My father was a good working man but one of the worst husbands in the world. There was a lot of abuse between him and my mother. As the years went by, I grew. I was about six when my father left us. My mom found my dad (stepdad) and we moved to the worst neighborhood ever. That’s when everything started to change. My sister was the worst. She had tried to harm me so many times since I was born. She pushed me down the stairs when I was about three years old, she burned my arm when I was eight, and then when I was eleven, she made fliers saying that I was a young girl doing sexual things for free. My parents found out about that when a bum from the streets came to our house with the flier. She was so evil. My mother always took her side in everything; I was the ugly duckling in the family. My dad was my superhero; he always made me happy. We did everything together. When I turned twelve years old, my uncle picked me up. He used to drive the big trucks, the sixteen-wheelers, to different cities and he always took one of us. This was gonna be my first time going. I was so excited not knowing what was coming. We went to his place, watched some movies, and then he put a porno on and asked me if I ever did those things. I was so disgusted I threw up and told him to please change it. He didn’t; he tied me up to a bed and did horrible things to me, and after he was done I was so scared. I took a shower with all my clothes and called my mother … to be continued.
