---There is no day that I do not cry, there is no day that my mother does not hurt me. She heaps everything to me. I am not doing anything wicked or wrong but she's still hurting me. She only see my face, she's quickly cursing me. Is it my fault I got all my features from my father? My bruises and wounds have not healed yet but something new has been added immediately. It just hurts so much. I can't get angry because she's still my mom. I love her even though she hurts me. I hope that one day my own mother will love me too. That one day she will also consider me as her child.
