We just arrived and it didn't start well... The aunt house we were staying at... Aunt Hilda... She didn't like girls... That was what my mom told me, but to be honest she just didn't like me...
I understand why now. I was a energetic kid,couldn't stay in place and was a bit loud...Well... that changed...Anyway.
Going to Disney was not fun...
That old rich lady, that's also called my aunt, was completly a bitch who didn't let me do anything... She stuck to me like glue and was waiting for me to say anything that wasn't "ok" to hold my wrist tighter and tighter... to a point of making me cry...
Read carefully... I CRY ALOT when my HEART IS HURTING.... But if you hurt me physicly and I cry... You hurted me!
And I've been like that for the longest I can remember.
