My name is Rose Boling, I've had a rough life but nobody understands, not even my dad. I was born in Arkansas and moved to Missouri soon after I was born, when I was 2, big problems started to happen when I tried to get out of the highchair and broke my mothers foot. She became an alcoholic within the next month. I was starved and abused, my dad was on a long work trip and there were about 16 kids in the house, when we got the chance to eat something we would attack each other for the food, I was the littlest so I never got to eat. When I was 4, still going through starvation and abuse I got a little brother, that is when my grandma McAbee started to take a few of us to her house, those were the only times we really ate. One time when I got home from one of those visits, Tam died, she was a foster child that had came to live with us When I was 1.
That is it for tonight, I'll write more soon.
