I have a story, just as anyone else does. But, can you handle my pain?
If not I expect you to leave now.
I was born in a living hell. I wasn't like the children at the playground. No one played with me. And when their parents came to pick them up, I was left alone. I was envious of the kids you had a mom and dad. I always have been envious of people who have at least one parent.
I wish to be a better parent unlike mine. But I never had any. I didn't have a mother to bond with or be a daddy's little girl. Instead I was raised by my brother until my grandma came along. My brother plays a big role in my life I always looked up to him no matter how bad times were.
I've been told I'm stro