I'm Daisy Porter. I'm ten years old. I have no dad. He died when I was two. We have pictures of him and it's obvious we look alike. We both have black hair and eyes that aren't hazel or green or brown. They're a weird color, almost like a dirty gold.
Mama is really pretty, with black hair and icy blue eyes. Mama works at the bank. In her words, she "works with stupid people all day". Because of her work, Mama is usually irritated when she comes home, so she takes it out on me. It's only really bad when she finds something to hit me with like a curling iron or a book.
When she beats me, it hurts, but I don't cry easily. This gets me in trouble. So I force the tears out. And it works every time.
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Concrete Angel
Teen FictionA little girl is abused by her mother. This child has to fight for her life. This is a story that I hope sends a message to you.
