A short true story

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My name is Jenny Penny and I'm a small town girl. I Live in a little house with mom and dad and Phil.

Phil is my brother. We don't get along.
He is mom and dad's favorite. Everything I do is wrong.

I try to be a good girl and get my chores done right. But no matter how hard I try, there will always be a fight.

Mom likes taking pills, and daddy loves his booze. Phil thinks that it's all fun but I'm glad I'm in my shoes.

My uncle Tomy likes to visit at night and join the fun. I don't like him very much because he weighs a ton.

He likes to climb on top of me when everyone's asleep. And he says it only works if I don't make a peep.

He says that it's our secret and that way it must stay. He says it's how a little girl without friends learns how to play.

Sometimes it feels good and other times it hurts. He says it's how the game must go. And somehow he squirts.

Then he tries to clean it up and and kisses me goodnight. "Good girl!" he says and then stands up before he's out of sight.

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Mommy woke up early. She has to get to work. Phil says she's a waitress and that dad is just a jerk.

I asked him what he means by that and he told me not to worry. He says that if I bring it up then I will be sorry.

Daddy likes to stay at home. He says that that's his job. He washes dishes and sweeps the floors because mommy is a snob.

Mommy likes the house to be clean otherwise she cries. Daddy says it's silly before those words arise.

He suddenly gets angry. Bad words come flying out.He then calls uncle Tommy and begins to scream and shout.

The house is still quite messy but I don't really mind. I like to stay in my room. My dolls are much more kind.

My birthday is coming up. Soon I will be six. I asked mommy what I'll get and she said she needs a fix.

I'm not sure what she meant. Maybe she will fix my door. It's been broken for awhile. How long though I'm not sure.

Uncle Tomy was the one who made my door not close. He said it was an accident. Another secret, I suppose.

I wonder if it will stay like this,
Or if things will every change?
Maybe when I'm six,
I will get out this cage.

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