𝐀 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡

𝐨𝐧𝐞

hello. My name is Samantha Rose and I am eight years old. I live with my mother and my father and my three younger brothers. I love my family alot, even though they do not seem to love me back. At least not my parents. You see, I am constantly trying to do things for them. Celebrate their successions, do all of my chores when asked to, and take care of my brothers for mother. But it doesn't seem to be enough for them. I really need help with this so if there's anyone reading this out there that can help me, I'd love to hear from you. As I told you, my name is Samantha Rose and I do not know where I live but I am sure that I can figure that out. But obviously I hope that I'll be able to live a normal life with my family in the future.

I let out a sigh before closing the very damaged book in front of me as a small tear escaped my eye. Yes, every single thing I write in that book is pure truth. My pure thruth, and I do not want anyone else but me to share their truths in that book. I do have a family, but my family does not feel like my family, neither does it feel like a home.

I have to take care of pretty much everything in the household. Babysitting, cooking, tidying, shopping and gardening. My mother doesn't see any point in having children if they're just laying around doing nothing. And I kind of agree, but not to her point. She spanks us hard if we do one thing slightly wrong, but we do not recieve anything from doing it right. She doesn't look after us like all the other children's mothers around does to them, and she does not check on us when we're sick. Our wellbeings as well as the household's is in the childrens hands. She herself has her work to take care of. Which is not the easiest to be fair and I credit and admire my mother for that. She's been having a hard time.

"SAMANTHA ROSE!!! you come here at this instant!!"
A sight left my body before I stood up and wiped dust off the skirt of my dress.

The kitchen was a mess when I walked in, and my youngest brother, James, all covered in flour, was in the middle of it all. I ran up to him, facing my mother standing next to him.
"I swear to god I'm sending him away. How could you let this happen?"
Mother growled and looked down at me, wiping my little brother's tears.
"I am sorry it will never happen again."
My voice was muffled as I used a towel to wipe the flour of Jame's body.
"We'll go get you cleaned up, come on."
I grabbed his hand and walked towards the door to make it to the lake.

"And you'll get this mess cleaned up before I'm back from work!!"
I nodded and sent her a quick smile as I grabbed some clean clothes from the boy's room.

"Sam, why does mother hate us so much?"
My brother suddenly asked as we crossed our usual path through the woods to get to the lake, and my gut twisted at the question.
"Mother is having a hard time, James. We shall not get involved in her business life."
I replied, and James went quiet.
Deep down I do not know why she hates us so much either, when all we do is love her.