Tsotat Stories

Well my father is a drunk and abusive person. Each day I make sure I'm wearing long pants and a long sleeve shirt or else someone could notice my black and blue bruises or my beat red scars. For my mother, she was killed by my father. I have never told anyone and I never plan to. What your about to read is my story about going threw highschool trying to keep my grades high and my father happy. But also something or someone that changed my life forever.