At age 4 i was taken from my mom and put in a foster home aka hell.
The foster home had me, my foster mom, foster dad, foster brother and foster sister. Out of them my foster sister was always nice to me but got in trouble for it. My foster parents gave me post tramatic stress disorder by locking me out in a thunder storm. My foster brother and his friends always beat me up and bullied me. My baby sitter who baby sat me like 5 out of 7 days of the week molested me every time she came over but karma got to her later on in life her child (dont ask me how ) crawled out of crib to window and fell ten stories to her death ( poor thing)
I never had a single birthday
At age 6 i was put into a loving home cause my now adoptive mom wanted me and my sisters together so i was in a house with my two sisters and 4 other girls i was the only boy.
When the oldest girl in our family joined she basicaly abused me and my sister (the youngest)
Long stiry short all i had to my name growing up was a matress a pillow a blanket and clothes
Nothing else
