For decades I lived a life with so much pain. I believed I deserved to be left alone, that happiness was never meant to be for me. People would tell me that, my mother hated me, because of my face that reminded her of my father. I never actually sat down and wrote of what he made me feel over the years this was my first time. But only felt good, reading back to myself I'm so proud to be who I am. because I'm nothing like him In personality. My younger brother without knowing, he was to me that father figure. he would protect me from harm, feed me nurture me and that was enough hope for I to keep on living.