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rmal. For me getting beat on and being called names was normal. Having a family that only

word meant. One night when I was about thirteen my mom went on a date and never came home. I stayed up worri

en, and she said a friend. I guess the big guy that brought her home was now a friend. Her fri

e taking care of my brothers. They would run the neighborhood, and n

t was going to flood. I looked to see if my mom was in bed, but once again she was out. Here we were k

er. She couldn't even walk so I had to help her and put her to bed. Me th

g the mother that I forgot how to be a kid. My childhood was d