This is my story

Moveing and starting life

We moved over to my mothers boyfriend when I was two years old and they got married when I was five. Everything was good but he started being a psychopath and he hit my mother but never me I didn't know at that time but I didn't like him he scared me and I once asked my mother if I could call him father and she answered if you want to but he isn't your real father. I stopped thinking about that I could call him my father so I was a little girl with a golden heart everyone thought I was cute and couldn't stop laughing or smiling when I smiled I almost everyday was at my mothers work and I was famous there And i felt save at that work she worked in a supermarket and everyone loved me there I helped as much as I could when I was younger but everything wasn't good.
there is this one time it was Christmas and my mother and her husband and I are to a dinner party at my half grandpa house and he was a alcoholic and he was a bad person and I was little and I was drinking my soda and I ACCIDENTALLY spilled my soda and my grandpa starts yelling at me like crazy and my mother just saw that he is not a good guy and that he is insane so she takes me and just leaves and that was the last time I met him so I don't remember him that much. So there was this one day I remember it so clearly that's where everything got different. I was in the living room with my mother and her husband and he just takes me up goes into my room and pushes me down to my bed and yells at me and I'm like screaming and crying because I'm so scared and my mother hears that I'm crying takes a grip on his shirt takes him away from me and says to him leave but he just laughs at her and she bitch slaps him and kicks him out of the house and he left and that's where I noticed that my mother was my hero and I can't even imagine a better mother but now we needed to move again

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