All my life, My father and I have been moving from one place to another. Always running away from debt collectors.
During my childhood, I never really went out apart from school neither did I have any friends. I was always home because my father feared for my safety.
After the death of my mother, my dad became very protective of me and did more than he could afford so that I didn't feel the absence of my mom. He borrowed money to buy me only the best.
Day after day, debt collectors came knocking on our door. I was forced to become mature at my young age in order to protect myself and my depressed dad. Soon after my dad died and I moved in with my aunt in Canada. She paid all our debt and sold out the house. She provided me with all my necessities and treated my like her own
daughter but it was not enough because I started craving a real childhood...
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