Personal Narrative: Child Abuse And Neglect

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I grew up in a household full of turmoil which left me confused as if I was truly loved growing up. My upbringing consisted of abandonment from a father I met for the first time when I was 12 years old and have not spoken to since 2010. It also consisted of emotional and physical abuse from a mother that never truly expressed the love of a mother that every child is nurtured from, and sibling rivalry from family members that envied on another to the point that ongoing emotional and physical abuse finally tore my family apart. It came to no surprise in 2012 after a family altercation; I was left abandoned by my mother and forced into homelessness on the streets of Houston, Texas at age 19. All I had in my possession was a brush, my eyeglasses,

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