I was born into a naturally poor family, when I was at the age of 9 my father would often come home drunk and look forward to beating me until my back was swollen to his perfection. My helpless mother couldn't do a thing for me nor my sister. My sister was only 7 years older than me and her name was Amber. She always had a sparkle in her eye and confidence in her smile, Amber had always looked after me as if I was one of her own, even at the age of 14 she done more work than my useless father and still gained no respect. It was then I found out that she was occasionally starved until my mum would sneak food upstairs for her where she was usually kept most of the time, meanwhile when Amber was locked away in her room where she would cry for attention. This is when she would usually sit in the corner and drown her arms with tears, however, when my sister was aloud out of her room she would sit downstairs in the chair far from the rest of us until the silence was broken ...
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No FicciónA story about a boy being born into a poor family with his helpless sister and his possessive father doing nothing but beating the rest of the family and drinking to escape his harsh reality.
