Chapter 1

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the day I was born, my mom passed away , I could feel the tension and the pressure even I was just coming out of her belly , the seconds I was cutting her guts to pieces, and the last screaming she made still haunts me until this day . All I know is Aunt lydia ; atleast that's how I call her even we're not related by blood , was my mother's bestfriend and took me that night with her .I don't know who is my father or anything about my moms side family, little that I know that she ran from her home when she was only 17yo ,due to her abusive parents , and since then she lived in the streets and that's how she met lydia who was 2 years older than her , she had much the same story with my mum, they couldn't stand the situation they lived in .I guess that's why they get along and become unseperable . They worked together in a brothel and started to make living by prostitution. My aunt told me that mother one night met a rich guy , and they had a relation which she called special, not the same as the other clients, he was visiting her every night , and stick some sort of delusions ideas about her and him , about How he loved her and wanted to be with her . Things got worse the moment she told him she was pregnant, unfortunately he crushed her happiness with a surly face , telling her that he doesn't want any relationship with her anymore and he will stop visiting her , and he suddenly throws 100 dollars to her face claiming that she should forget him and that he already had a family.
I always blame myself that She's gone because of me , but lydia raised and compensated me with her tender as I was her own son, and never let me needed anything even though we were still living in the brotel . I made a promise to her that I will study well and buy us a decent house....

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