Prologue

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That night I prayed to god asking for my fathers health to get better to send him home to me and mommy,

But that never happened...

The day my father died something snapped in my mother, she had completely changed...

 my father passing was the start to a inescapable hell of my life..


(I know this is short, But I promise you its worth the bumpy road ahead.)

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