-Please remember none of this is edited so there may be more than a million mistakes so sorry ? Anyways , I guess , enjoy??-
Prologue
I was four years old , old enough to know the details on how my mother abandoned me. I've been in and out of foster families almost each day. I've gotten over my grief the day I was abandoned. I never cried since then. Never. I knew I had brothers and sisters , they were abandoned as well. I kept tabs on my birth mother , knowing she wasn't done with her drunken and sultry ways. She's an addict. Addicted to alcohol , men ,and sex . Nothing new . At least not for me. My father I don't know who he is just that he was a good man. I know that not because my mother told me stories because she never uttered a word about him yet I still love him. Anyways I'm Avery, and this is my "Personal Narrative" so basically I'm doing my homework on wattpad . It's better than any of my other classmates would of thought of. So this is my story. If you don't want to read then stop now I don't mind . I'm just doing what I need to do. Bye have a nice day. Btw this took me a few mins to write.
