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That day was my birthday, I was ten years old, I had woken up feeling the rays of the sun touch my face with a sigh, I woke up not so excited for this day because I knew that this as the previous birthdays would be and they will be a bad day no matter what I did , I go to the bathroom to relieve myself at the end I wash my hands and then my face seeing my reflection: my skin is clear, my eyes are brown and my blonde hair looks tousled so I decide to comb it by making a high bun with a garter.

Without having changed my pajamas, I leave my room to go to the kitchen, I live in a small one-story house with my mother, my father abandoned us when I was born and for years she is in charge of reminding me on every birthday, when I get to the kitchen I see her at the table drinking coffee and having an omelette for breakfast that looks and smells delicious.

Good morning .- I say with a smile .- Today is my birthday

AND? What do you want me to do? .- she says with an annoyed tone, speaking with her mouth full, to point with her fork to my breakfast .- there is your breakfast

I sit watching my breakfast, which is some fried eggs that are somewhat raw and a glass of milk, I couldn't help feeling nauseous just to see what he did to me, so as not to get a slap if I "despised" him, I start eating it avoiding vomiting, when I finish it quickly I drink my milk which to my surprise is in good condition.

Do not think that I have not forgotten to remind you that your father abandoned us when you were born .- my mother says pointing at me .- because of you she left and left me looking after you, stupid brat

So you shouldn't have had me in the first place .- I say getting up from the table to pick up the dishes

As soon as I'm done saying it, she hits me hard on the head causing tears to come out, she grabs my hair tightly pulling my head back.

Listen idiot, you're not going to answer me like that again, understand? You are nobody here, now start cleaning the house .- he says with hatred, holding my hair tightly, I close my eyes because of the pain in my scalp

I drop my head abruptly, sobbing I pick up the dishes and begin to wash them, so as not to have problems I do not say anything else, listening to how he gets into his room, avoiding crying, he continues cleaning while my mother is reading her magazines and talking on the phone with her friends.

I finish an hour later tired to bathe and put on a green tank top with denim shorts and white plastic sandals, when I finish I decide to be in my room drawing some clowns since I have liked them a lot since I can remember, suddenly the door is It opens suddenly making me start stopping my drawing, my mother enters with a poorly wrapped box, she throws it at my feet.

So that you do not say that I do not give you anything .- she says to close with a door, even though she never said anything to anyone

I bend down to pick up the box and unwrap it, it was a plastic box that has a poker deck, at that time I did not know what that deck was going to help me calm down from the traumas that were in my life due to bad memories like these and others more to come later ...