- 1 Year Old -
I don't really remember anything, except, that I wasn't abused. Back then, I know I still had a dad, too. I miss those days. It was peaceful.
- 2 Years Old -
I learned to walk at age two. I also learned to talk. I wasn't abused at that time either, but my dad left. All I remember of the day he left, was him storming out of the house. I followed him to the door, and he turned around, kissed my forehead an left. I thought maybe he wold come back , but he didn't. For weeks, I thought he'd come back for me. He never showed.
- 3 Years Old - At age three, I started learning to write. I didn't do it very well, but at least I tried. I liked to draw pictures more than anything. I liked to draw how I felt, so most of my pictures were tears, and me with my dad. My mom started dating this man named, James. My mom got pregnant, with my little brother, Jace. About a month before Jace was due, James left. My mother was out of work, because of her pregnancy. She was stuggling. I tried to help. I was just to young.
- 4 Years Old -
At age four, my mother started being abusive. Jace, wasn't even a year old, at the time. I was taking blows for him. One day, she caught me off gaurd, and hit him. Right in the head. He died a few moments later. I started crying, and my mother slapped me across the face. I can still feel the pain on my cheek. I started crying even harder. My mother took my baby brother and left. I'm still not sure what she did with his fragile little body, but when she came back she was mad. She beat me with a belt. I had so many welps, all over my body. It was so painful.
- 5 years old -
When I was five, I started going to preschool. The teachers started getting curious about the cuts and bruises. My mom relized, what they were thinking, so she pulled me out.Then she just beat me more. I remember thinking, "What did I do to desrve this??" I suffered through that, but never could figure out what I did.