Hi. I was born into a family, in which consisted of my dad and my mom. I was a happy little girl and had a lot of friends my dad would always go outside with me and took care of me he was my hero. I would always prefer him more than my mom. Before things went downhill, i knew what true love looks like. When i was 4 my parents would always fight, and they were arguing about how my dad would always cheat on my mother. And so they divorced, my dad found a new woman and kicked us out of our house, i still remember when my mom would lie to me that we were staying at my uncles house for a bit. I went to kindergarten and my mom would always bring back the toys my father didnt want me to get from our old apartment. He didnt come to visit me for a whole year. But the little things that my mom did for me during that time, werent so little.
