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I don't remember much of my childhood how my mom or dad treated me, sometimes there are some memories that come up from time to time, my dad used to hurt me when I was young, then he would feel bad about it and bring me some gifts to make me happy or I called out to make me forget, maybe my mind forgot  The bruise fades from my body, but my soul remembers.
             

              Then we move to my mother, I think, as the eldest child, we are usually invisible when the next child appears and then the next. Sometimes I feel like a ghost to my mother when I speak  My voice doesn't reach her. It's like being in a bubble. How much you scream  and no one can hear you. And finally you realize that they...  They don't care and you keep your distance or sometimes you keep screaming loudly because maybe, just maybe one day, you will be heard.