when i was 4 nothing really happened. besides my parents continuous yelling. my mom still had her happy hazel eyes, but the man had lost the silver specks and they were replaced with anger.
year 4 i guess is one of my best years sense my parents somehow decided that they would get a dog. we named that dog wengie. she was pretty awesome. she would cuddle with me while i sat in my little playroom surrounded with toys. i remember begging my mother for dog treats every time we went to petsmart. she always said no, but i never thought anything of it.
wengie was my savior. she would bark when I wanted my mother. she made me giggle. she made me warm inside.
mans best friend.
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18 years.
Short Story"I'm strong as hell now. And no one, especially you, will ever, ever hurt me."
