when I was born my ankle was bent so that the top of my foot was pressed against my shin and almost had to be amputated.
my mom used oil and rubbed my ankle back to be proper since my bones were still soft and fragile back then.
when my mom got to leave the hospital with me my fathers friend congratulated her with a plate of coke, he received a punch in the face for it.
my father abused my mum for five years throwing her into walls, choking her, hitting her and kicking her.
when I was five he started abusing me as well, but then my mom got me and we ran away, I don't remember where we went or who was around but I think we went to my aunts.
