This is a story based on a Mexican 18 year old girl's life, she goes through constant verbal, physical, and mental abuse. Over the years, Mexican parents have been seen as a meme or a joke as to how they act towards their children, but now it's time to take things seriously. The way my parents treated me caused me to think in certain ways that were maybe good but also bad habits. It took me, as a teenager, a long time to realize that their beliefs are wrong. They don't serve a healthy parent-daughter relationship and that's the unfortunate truth. It is not meant to offend anyone or accuse all Mexican families of abuse. This is my story and my personal experiences of manipulation. This story doesn't include the names of the real people this story is based on, it is solely based on recollected memories that I still think of to this day and tell them through made-up characters. I hope you enjoy this story and take it light-heartedly as this is just a wake-up call for our Mexican American generations to come, to do a better job than most of our parents did raising us.
WARNING: throughout the story, there is verbal and physical abuse.
*will be adding on to the story daily. SO.. the story doesn't end where it ends today, make sure to keep reading. Spread awareness.