hi everyone, before I publish this i want to write everyone a note(ava) mariya wrote a lot of these letters to you all. publishing these letters is very hard for me.
this one made me absolutely sick to my stomach.
we need to be more careful. child abuse can happen in any family. on with the letter from mariya.
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my friends I'm sorry i died 💔 i hope i was able to die normally, hopefully with someone else in the room so I don't die alone. I am not here to explain to you what I'm worried will happen, I am here to explain what already happened.
that is the years of abuse I endured at my own home.
I would've never talked about this while i was alive because I didn't want to put my family in a bad situation. I didn't want to get them in legal trouble, which is why I haven't revealed any of my full name besides for mariya.
my parents are both alcoholics, our house would go through multiple bottles a week. I was very scared all the time.
i was hit by both of my parents regularly, both me and my brother. we'd hide in the closet and they would find us and hit us.
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We came to America and it was the most intense experience ever- my dad was working 2 jobs and my mom was working 3, but we still couldn't afford to eat almost every day. there were times I'd go weeks without eating, and there were times I would only go a few days. not once in my life in America did I eat every day for more than 2 days.
I reached out to multiple people; coaches, teachers, all asking if they had anything they could do. if they could give me a bit of food or anything, and i was never given any help from anyone.
i was malnourished and anemic and always sick, which we didn't know was leukemia until months later. we couldn't afford the doctor. i know it is sometimes a stereotype for immigrants to be poor; but we were next level poor sadly.
when we did have the money for food, it was all spent on alcohol.
i was being hit a lot, I would go to school with black eyes and bruises all over me; but no one ever asked any questions. no one at my school took much time to get to know me but my friend ava because I didn't know much English at all.
my home life was terrible, i was never safe and always wondering if I would eat again, or how long it would be until someone hit me again.
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my life with leukemia
Randomhi 😋 my name is mariya and I'm just writing a small bit about my life after my luekemia diagnosis. I'm not sure I'll be treated, so I'm pretty sure I won't have so long! I'm leaving this for people to read in case anything does Happen someday.
