🤷🏽‍♀️My Parents🤷🏽‍♀️

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My parents... um there're not the best people but let's introduce them shall we? My mom is Stephanie la'trae Wilcons and my dad is Steve la'veré Wilcons. Nice names I know right but there are secrets behind steph and Steve Wilcons.My parts weren't always drug heads one they were normal old parents who loved and cared for there daughter. But when I turned 12 that all changed no more new clothes or school supplies. Barley having food became a regular thing bout time I was 14. I learned how to sneak food from school even though it wasn't easy I managed to bring something to the table. Some nights I would go get water from water fountains and fill up about 20 water bottles then take them back to my house. I had made a hold in the floor under my carpet and I put all my waters in there. My parents could care less how I felt as long as they were feeling good. My mom wails buy drugs such as heroine or crack off of someone. Then she would come home and do the drugs. After her and dad did the drugs they became nice then as soon as it where'd off they became mean and they beat on me. One time they even tried cutting my wrists so they could send me to the hospital so they would start giving me checks for mental illness. My dad went to jail one for breaking and entering. He tried to break in our neighbors house and steal her jewelry but she was up. He want to jail for 6 months but, when he came back nothing changed 🤦🏽‍♀️.They still abused me but I got got used to it. I guess that's what happens to abused kids in this world.

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