I grew up in a happy home , just my mother and me. And I guess a father but he lived far away from us but anyway I loved my mother with my life and would never do anything to hurt her but ,my father was ok until he did something with me that was wrong and they argued ,and argued,and argued ,until they divorced, but I didn't know it then before we left my father showed me a picture on his wall and I asked him "dad who is that"
"That's me " he says
"what are you doing " I replied
"Protecting my family"
He says before mom brought me back home, we had dinner and mom went to bed and me I went to my room and sat by the door, I honestly was scared someone would come in and try to kidnap me . I knew I was strong but against and adult , I wouldn't stand a chance so I got my alarm clock and sat there till 6.am. Finally my mother wakes up and walks around the house as I walk over to her , she hugs me and says I get to go to a preschool but we had to walk because our car broke don.
