One day my mother and I were crossing the road, she didn't hold my hand so I didn't know if it was time to cross, finally I was hit by a bicycle, miraculously I was thrown far to the side of the road, everyone screamed hysterically when they saw I was hit.
Logically I should have fallen on the road. in the middle of the road, got hit by a car and died. I felt like someone was carrying me to the side of the road and there were no injuries. until now I still wonder who helped me.
Mother acted as if nothing had happened, then when she and me got home she beat me for it. She always beat me everyday until my skin peeled off. I have a mother but it's like I don't have a mother. All the songs in this world about the kindness
And love of a mother mean nothing to me because I've never felt them. To me it was just a dream. Mother never took good care of me, at my age mother should guide me and take care of me, she let me get stuck in the truck, I almost died several times because of her.
She always said I was an unlucky girl, I always made her unlucky, she always distorted the facts.From when I was still in her womb she tortured me and wanted to kill me, of course when I was a baby she tortured me too and I didn't know that. I started to be able to remember events that happened to me when I was five years old, from the age of five until now my mother hates me very much.
Out there she was badmouthing me, since I was little girl she has been badmouthing me and my father, assisted by her older sister, her mother and all her family. My mother also often fights with all the neighbors here.
my first brother was also very mean to me, I still remember very well when I was a little girl my leg was pierced by a skewer, he looked but left me, he didn't care about me groaning in pain, finally I dared myself to pull out the skewer and blood was pouring from my leg, luckily I not tetanus.
At that time All the ways I did to make money to buy food or snacks such as renting story books, selling flowers, selling fried foods but everything I did was in vain because my mother always took my sales money. Whereas at the age of 7-12 years, I need a lot of nutritious food .
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