7 Years old

I am seven years old now, we moved from the mobile home trailer, to my fathers auto body shop, to morning star, and then we finally moved in with my grandmother. I couldn’t be so much happier at my grandmothers house.

My grandmother was like a second mother to me. My mom worked 2 maybe 3 jobs just to support me, and my fathers addiction to drinking. The drinking and the violence kept getting worse. One day he went to take a trip to Maryland with one of his friends.

That week was the most happiest my mother and I had in a very long time because my father wasn’t there to hurt us.

Then he came back from Maryland he changed more. He came back and the abuse was worse than ever. My father pulled my hair while he was washing my hair because I wouldn’t sit still.