My sad story

chapter one: silly little fuckin' perfect child

Me. Honestly I thought my life was perfect and that nothing would ever change, but again... I was just 6 years old...

I was raised like one of those children that were raised perfect, you know, the usual stuff, no saying bad words, no trusting strangers, manners, kindness and kinds of Bullshit, but that changed. But first let's say everything, all from the beginning...

I was the perfect child, and an only child... I was funny and silly little girl, I never did anything wrong, I was an honest, harmless, kind hearted, little girl. I was just three years old... and then... he came along... my mom was pregnant with a baby boy, and you wouldn't believe it! My mom wanted another girl! I was so excited that I was getting a baby brother! When he was born, my mom was actually happy that she got a boy... and so was I!

I was excited because I would finally get someone to play with! And he was the best brother I could have ever asked for, and I was so silly that I used to grab whatever kind of long string or rope or chain, and then tie it to his neck, as if to choke him, hahaha!! I used to do that a lot, but my parents always stoped me before I could do anything to him. I used to do that and then walk him around like the dog that he is! Sorry, I got off course there! Anyways that was what I used to do, it was hilarious!

I didn't remember a thing about that, but when my mom told me, I was so starstruck! Haha! Everything in my life was perfect! I didn't want a thing to change, but fate works in cruel ways...

I was still 6 years old and my parents started to fight because it turns out that my dad got drunk a lot with his friends and said bad words, and started to yell at me and my brother because we wouldn't do what he said when he said to do it, you know that basic stuff, like do our homework or go to bed, bullcrap like that, soon my mom started to yell at my dad for acting that way in front of us and get drunk so much...

They started to fight a lot, I didn't want to see them unhappy and fighting like that... since I was so small I used to tell them to stop fighting, but that wouldn't do anything because I was so small... but it made me so sad to see them unhappy...

After a while my mom had enough of it and called a divorce and kicked my dad out of the house... after that my dad moved in with his mother, also known as my grandmother... we were living just fine... my mom and dad couldn't see each other, so we saw our dad once a week in a place where you drop off your kids when your parents are separated and you can spend time with your dad or mom there. At first, I was surprised that there was a place like that, heh!

One day my mom and dad could finally talk to each other, so we could finally go to his mother's house, it was old and ugly, no offence grandma! But I was still the silly little fuckin' perfect child!