How far will I go?
The next part of my story after my mother was brutally murdered, the family I was born into not really mourning but blaming. Having to step-up and take care my siblings and grandmother. Life for this 6 year old got hard, rough and I eventually passed away to myself. It would take 25 years for me to reclaim who I was, where I wanted to be and what family I’d allow on my journey. What was this broken, damaged piece of nothing going to decide to do with it all? Keep a look out for Monday’s entry, you don’t want to miss it.