At the age of five I had to face fears, overcome challenges, learn to take care of my brother, mom and myself, from my own father. I witnessed, and was victim to my father's abuse. We lived with him until I turned seven. I decided it was enough. At school, I told my counselor about the abuse. Afterward, my mother separated from him.
Two years later, my mom remarried a man who appeared to be responsible, but it was the complete opposite. My life was marked by him at the age of nine, when I remember my first memory of the first night. My bedroom door opened, he walked in and stood beside me, whispering in my ear to not scream or do anything or he would kill my mom. So I did what he told me.
