Scars don’t always leave a mark on your skin, sometimes it’s imbedded deeper than your tissue. Things happen to people that you don’t ever hear them talk about. I could tell you about all the times I fell off of my bike, or when I accidentally got hit by a bus that my dad was driving that day; but those stories wouldn’t help me get to the point that I’m trying to make. I was five years old I, was already my own mother figure. I was cooking, cleaning, and taking care of my two brothers Zac and Dawson. My brothers and sisters and I never got to have a normal childhood. My oldest sister and her boyfriend Gale died in a car accident when she was 19. That one had left a scar on my dad for a very long time, and he still has it. My second oldest
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My mom worked for in a nursing home, and was home often. Although she was home, she slept all the time and was cruel. I don’t mean the kind of cruel that you see in Cinderella or in Snowhite when the witch or the stepmom has it out for the girl so she gets sick of it and does what she wants in the end. I’m talking about the kind of cruel you see on the news where the mother abuses their children and took everyone to figure it out. There was one time my mother had cooked dinner for us in the longest time. It turned out to be black as night, and tasted like a mixture of paper and water. I looked right up at her and said “Mom, I don’t like dinner.” A few minutes later she returned back into the kitchen with rope and a big roll of duct tape. She took my hands, put them behind the chair that I had been sitting in, took the rope, and tied my hands behind my back. She then took the duct tape and put it up against my mouth, and duct taped my mouth completely shut and told my brothers that if she caught either of them try to help me out that she’d do it to them too. She had left me there for hours, until my dad came home later that night and I was finally
My mom worked for in a nursing home, and was home often. Although she was home, she slept all the time and was cruel. I don’t mean the kind of cruel that you see in Cinderella or in Snowhite when the witch or the stepmom has it out for the girl so she gets sick of it and does what she wants in the end. I’m talking about the kind of cruel you see on the news where the mother abuses their children and took everyone to figure it out. There was one time my mother had cooked dinner for us in the longest time. It turned out to be black as night, and tasted like a mixture of paper and water. I looked right up at her and said “Mom, I don’t like dinner.” A few minutes later she returned back into the kitchen with rope and a big roll of duct tape. She took my hands, put them behind the chair that I had been sitting in, took the rope, and tied my hands behind my back. She then took the duct tape and put it up against my mouth, and duct taped my mouth completely shut and told my brothers that if she caught either of them try to help me out that she’d do it to them too. She had left me there for hours, until my dad came home later that night and I was finally