How It All Started

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I was 4 when I felt safe knowing my mother would always be right besides me.

She would leave home very early in the morning to go to work and come back late at night but this time she left and never came back.

I am not sure what we did to make her leave us here with my father who is now coming home drunk every other day.

My sibilings would always blame me for making her want to leave.

We didn't really have a nice house to begin with but I tried my best to help around even if they treated me like trash.

After a while I started to take their harsh words as ordinary comments, knowing that some how it really was my fault that she had left.

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