Awsome-sause- Stories

I was running away from the man who started it all. He repeatedly told me to get my behind back over there so he can finish what he started. I ignored his angry yells. I was never coming back. I was sick of being abused by my rude and discussing father who never appreciated his one and only child. Now until this day I will always remember my mom now that she is gone I will never return home,one day my dream will officially come true and that dream is that I will fine the parents who will love me for who and who will never leave me for anything important to me. LOVE REBBECA Jackson