A difficult beginning.

My life was never really easy. From the moment I was born, I wasn’t wanted. I came into this world too early, and my mother left me alone in the hospital. It was my grandmother and my aunt who came to visit me. 

Until I was six years old, I moved between homes. During the week, I stayed with my mother, and on weekends I went to my grandmother. Around the age of four, I started to understand more about what was happening around me. 

My older brother, who was only about twelve at the time, took care of us. He made sure we were fed, dressed, and on time for school. He carried responsibilities no child should have to carry. 

When I was six, everything changed. I was officially placed in the care of my father and grandmother. From that moment on, I never saw my mother or my brothers again.