On old day, my grandparent flew off to Puerto Rico to hide from my family. And my uncle passed away on my birthday when I was about 4. After I grew up to be 9, I were moved in with foster family. Because I and my dad lived with my grandparent so now they left. My dad barely find a home so he decided to live with his girlfriend for while but he realized that there's no room for me. So he packed my clothes and stuffs and dropped me off in nice house with family that welcomed me to be part of her members family. My dad gave me a biggest hug, "Please take care of my daughter, and thank you so much, I'd grateful." He prays to a woman so she could protect me. Her name is Iris. So we called her 'Milly'. Few days after I lived in her home, I felt so comfortable and happy because Milly treated me so much better...Until now, she doesn't treat me in right way. In my minds, I called someone's help. And nobody would help me. Because she is not what my dad thinks, she is much worse than my grandpa is.
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I'd Step On My Own Reality Childhood With My Mind
Non-FictionI been struggling in my life, I wonder if I can make it through successful?
