I've been moving a lot lately because of my family.Well if you put it that way....😢😢.I don't have a family.Im a orphan.I'm telling you this story first person so I'm gonna tell you this only once.I was born in New York.My mom nearly died the day I was born.When I was very little, it was only me and my mom.My father died from overdose of pills.My mom said it was depression or something. My mom was a very good mother.I lost her when I was 5.We went shopping for food.A guy came up to my mom and started assaulting her. I didn't know what to do.So I started screaming ...HELPPPP! HELPPP ME PLEASE?!
The manager came and tazered him.We never shopped there again.One day I was coming home from school and my mom wasn't home so I called her.She didn't answer. I called her again etc. the last time I called her was when I heard this....lilyane I was kidnapped by this person and I- the phone stopped ringing.i was seven then.Now I'm eleven.
Anyways I ran away.
