chapter 2 as Mother

Oh, I love life. I have the best family ever. I love going a family dates. I adore cooking for my family and creating exotic food. One trip I remember the most was when we all went on a picnic and Steven and I would lie on the blanket and sip wine and watch our beautiful children play and explore. They can go too far, I need to keep an eye on my babies.

Chapter One

I love my mommy and yet at the same time I fear for my life when I’m around her. No food is the worst thing she does to me. My little brother’s breakfast scraps if I’m lucky. i would rather her hit me than her take away my food. My friends think im a bad kid cuz im always late, and they avoid me cuz I smell, and sometimes I get teased cuz my clothes are not as nice as theirs. For about a year now the nurse looks at my cut and bruises from mommy. But today was different. The principle even looked at me this time, but when I seen the police man I was really scared I cried and begged and pleaded for them not to call mommy. I didn’t want to be in trouble again, I thought to myself “more smacks and punches from mommy…or worse no food”. The police man walked me out to his car. The kids made fun of me. But the police man told me it was going to be ok. I asked him if I was going to jail, he told that I wasn’t in trouble. When we got to the big building he walked me inside, it was empty. We sat down and he told me he is going the call mommy. My I got cold chills and goose bumps. He told mommy I wasn’t coming home and then he hung up and said “now that wasn’t so bad was it?” He said that mommy wasn’t going to hurt me anymore. I started crying in rejoice… I’m free.