A Glimpse Into My Life (Let Go and Let God)

Chapter 3

My mom was 14 when she had me. So young, vulnerable, fragiled and blind to the world.

She was deprived of her childhood and landed into the hands of a monster. At first it was glam and glamorous but what is perfect doesn't last long.

On February 16, 2003, she gave birth to me and they named me Mackenzie.
I am the first of four children.

Well, she said I was the best thing that ever happened to them. My father treated her like a queen and she felt royalty. But when she got my little brother Mackyle pregnancy, my father said it wasn't his.

Things took drastic turns, she was all alone doing those times, with no one there for her. Nobody felt her pains, her agony, her despair.
This was the point when she and my father fight began.

During those times, I was already 3. I was smart, beautiful and light-skinned. I looked exactly like my mother and I still do. We have the same everything, except the same gender.

When she put to bed, Kyle was just like our father. He was shocked and he accepted the child right away.
As always, things went back to being a fairytale.

She told me, everyday was a fight. My father is controlling, authoritative, arrogant, aggressive and bad. She told me never to be like him. She told me her story with teary eyes.

When a woman sit you down and explained her story to you, you best believe you'll get a chill.

My father arrogance didn't bemuse me because I grew with this too. He likes things done his way and he forces you at his most.

My mother told me he turned her into what she is; aggressive, arrogant, and defensive.

Well, I wasn't surprised again, my little brother and I were turned into this. My little brother especially, because he was his favorite.