My name's Aisha, and heres a story I've been wanting to tell people for years. I always knew my life was going to be over but not so soon.
When I was three, I lived with my half-brother, Anthony, and his father, Richard. Richard was married to a woman, Vicky, whom treated me like I was an animal. Vicky also had twins, Joseph and Tracey. Along with the twins was their younger brother, Jason.
I often visited my mother but not all the time. When I did visit her, I treated those moments like a day at the park. I was always avoided in the house. No one would really pay much attention to me. If someone did pay attention, then it was only so they could insult me or harrass me. Let me explain
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broken but together
Non-FictionAn average 15 year old girl named, Aisha. ok, maybe not so average. she tells her story, explaining why she always smiles. why she always fights back. why she doesn't back down. what's behind her smiles and laughs.
