Prologue
I want to find my mom. That’s the goal of life, to find her. When you’re me and you lived with your parents for only a short time, but you remember it, you always want to go back. My dad died after he got in a gang fight, and my mom wasn’t working and couldn’t raise me on her own. No one would take her in so she had to give me up, and that was a bad decision for my future. I have spent my whole life just going from home to home, school to school, leaving friend after friend. I don’t know how it feels to be loved, or to love. I think I have an idea because every night I picture my mom’s face in my head that I still vividly remember and I want to find her, to be with her, to be loved by her. I just have to leave my foster parents.
These ‘parents’ are the worst ones I’ve had yet. They beat me and make me sleep on the floor. They don’t feed me and make me work. They tell me I’m not worth shit and push me around. They aren’t poor and they could provide for me, make my life wonderful, but they make me sleep in the shed while they live in the mansion. I don’t go to school anymore because they pulled me out, “less time for me to clean” they said. They haven’t even told me their names; I had to find out for myself. One is Missy Leigh, she owns a casino and has married many times, her husband now is Charles MacHoffmen, he owns a train of successful hotels in the U.S. they are filthy rich and treat me like filthy trash. I have to get away.
