• .....It all dates back to the day of my birth.....October 17th 1993...my father failed to appear to my arrival....he was horrifically injured in the Army and had to be sat out....my Mother.....wasn't very grateful for me....she tried to abandon me.....worse....before i came to be....she planned abortion....but she is a Saint and followed the sixth or seventh commandment "Thou shalt not kill"....and as much as she wanted to...she held back..think that's bad?...it doesnt get any better...




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    "WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAA! BWAAHHHHAAAAAA!!!" cried my baby sister,Aliss. I grabbed her up from the couch noticing she was frightfully disfuigured in her stomach area. She was hungry,most likely. I took Aliss into the kitchen and sat her into her high-chair as she wailed and wailed not caring who heard her. She is a cute baby. The age of two,long brown locks of curly hair,a sweet chubby face,hazel eyes,but stubborn,stingy,whiney,full of drama,and outrageous when she doesnt get her way. She kicked and screamed in her high chair her face turned red and she started to cough mercilessly."Please Aliss,stop crying! You'll choke yourself and you'll wake up----------" i was rudley interrupted by a giant roaring from upstairs."WHY WON'T SHE SHUT UP?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER! HAVE YOU FED HER?!" My mother came from upstairs and into the kitchen stomping and growling. She stared down at me scowling. I could tell she was drinking because she had a bit of slobber dripping down her chin,her eyes were red just like her face and her breath smelled like smoke. She kept looking down at me waiting for an answer. The more she stared the more i wanted to cry....''I was g-gonna b-ut i had to---!!" before i could finish she slapped me to the ground. There i lay on the ground whimpering,holding my face,and looking to God for a sancuary.......TO BE CONTINUED....