I’ve had a pretty rough childhood—from my mom completely abandoning me, to never seeing her again, to growing up without a mother. But what I always did have was a supportive and caring father. Through everything, he never once gave up on me and always fought for me so I could have the best life possible.
I've always heard that a mother's love is one of the greatest things in this world, but I've never experienced it. From the moment my mom got pregnant with me, my life was a battle. From being chased by my anger-crazed grandmother with a shotgun, to being battered around all before I even made an appearance in this world.
It was love at first sight, or so I thought. The first year together was probably one of the best years of our lives, like a fairy tale, but with the snap of a finger, things went down-hill, rapidly. Let me start from the beginning.