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the story of my lifeChildhood
I was never a happy child.
My childhood consisted of my three playmates that lived in my tiny neighborhood in the middle of a forest. They were all boys. Juan, two years younger than me. Jr., a year older. And Cody, a few years older. I was told by them that I was gross, ugly, and dumb. But we were kids
During preschool and kindergarten, it was time with the boys at home. In kindergarten, I had a raging fear that I was being abandoned. I would get horrible images of my mom being in a car wreck and dying. I would have to get picked up early each day to stop me from sobbing.
My mom worked night shift at a bar. I didn't get to see her much between school and her job. I would get scared from not seeing her. I used to always think she'd get in a wreck and die on the way home so late at night. I would cry and try calling her almost every hour, just to make sure she was alive. I stopped doing this, to keep from bothering her, but in my head, the fear onl
who's keeping me alive.
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