Chapter 1 The Memories

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Sometimes I remember when I was 4 how happy we were, how great our lives were. Everything has changed since then, since my father left us on the street, with no where to go. I haven't spoke to him since then I don't even know why he left us my mother won't speak about it she forbids I bring it or him up. I really don't even know his name. Out here in Ohio I have no family everyone is out in Florida but my mom doesn't want to be around them so we stay here I barely have friends. People hate me they say my hair is nappy and dirty. My mom works in a hair salon with her best friend, she has been helping us out ever since we moved here, we are very poor so we are living with her too.

Every other night I get nightmares I feel like they are the memories but I don't want to talk to anyone about it especially my mom. Sometimes they will make me scream in my sleep, "stop leave us alone!!" I once shouted. Usually it's about a tall man beating me or my mom sometimes both or he tries to take me away. I feel like he could've been my father but I don't remember what he looks like. All I remember is the good things that we been through with my father. He used to take us to Disney land or to resorts we had lots of money what could have happened? Why do I have trouble remembering everything but the good things? Was it really that bad? I really feel like I should talk to my mom this time tell her my dreams and what's going on. I don't wanna be afraid.

After school I always walk to the park across my moms work nobody is really there I feel alone of course but I always have a bad feeling. I never tell my mom or anyone but I feel like something could actually happen.

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