1 PROLOGUE

Prologue

I'm Khalifa Salvador 18 years old, Simple/Smart/Talented/Happy but behind the smiles there is sadness hiding

During the eighteen years that I was in the custody of my step mother and step father, I lost my right to be human.

Why are they like me?

Have I committed a sin but what I know is that I have done good and have done nothing bad

When will everyone understand me?

When will my life begin to be quiet and happy?

There are so many questions in my mind, I'm confused but I don't know that no matter how angry the people around me are, I can't recover with my mouth?

I didn't realize that it was morning because I was thinking so much that I missed the things to do again, I'm sure I'm going to get hurt again

Mom

:Khalifa, what's the matter with you lying there at noon, what's up with the Princess?(Mama yelled at me as I got up)

:Yes, Mama is coming down

Are they really princesses or maids?

When I came down the stairs I thought it was going to be a good day but I was surprised when my sister pulled my hair

He pulled me down our stairs with the danger of doing it here

"You saw that, you're a real Assh*l* You really don't know how to say what?"-My sister shouted at me and showed me the burnt part of her clothes

It's not intentional to destroy it, because he is also the one who did it. If he didn't order it, what he ordered won't destroy it.

I want to answer him but I'm always led by the fear that he might do more to me

Forced to beg and cry every night, holding a book and a ballpoint pen, I make a poem with meanings and I always send it to my friend

I was fifteen years old when I found out that they were not the real family

Sometimes when I saw dad and mom talking in the kitchen, I don't know but there was a strange pain in my heart. Those times

I listened carefully and I didn't realize that my tears were falling

"Why did you bring that here, That Perverted Child"-Heard Mom Saying to Dad

"Think about it, it was given to us when we were looking for your daughter Juliana, she was the one who showed us the motivation to continue looking for our daughter, so have mercy on the child"-said the father

My father is my partner in this house, but when he started working abroad as an architect, I couldn't talk to him because they didn't want to give me my cell phone.

A few days passed and Mom and my brothers continued to hurt me

sometimes I'm beaten by a broom, sometimes I'm a jerk

"Khalifa, cook and your siblings will come in"-they think of me as family when Papa is there but as a maid when he's not

I have cooked food that only they CAN eat, sometimes I think of leaving and being far away but I wonder how my dad will find me, I want to get back from him for the fifteen years that he took care of me and made me feel the care of a father that I don't know if I will experience koba with my real parents

Where are they? Why did they leave me like a kitten?

Don't they think about me?

I want to meet them, I want to tell them that I hope they don't leave me and I don't experience the pain, the pain and the pain

"You really don't matter" that's what my mom said to me when she put the cooked rice on the table

"Mama, why?" she cried when she said it to her

"I told you that you can't meet with others, right? Why do you go out without saying goodbye, why are you having fun outside? Maybe you'll come home pregnant and swallow someone else like you"-I couldn't stop the tears My eyes and bowed back to the Kitchen

"Hey Khalifa, where's the dish, you've been taking so long, you're useless"-Ate shouted at me

"On its way"

He spread the dish and rice, I hope they will invite me to eat

I hope they can imagine that I have been without food for several days, even though Papa sent me that for me, I have not touched anything

"Oh, what are you looking at when there's something left over? You eat it anyway"-Ate

"That's where you might get sick of the food and I'll hit you with the plate"-Mama yelled at me

I went back to my room and just complained, they didn't teach me but they told Papa that I was going to school and continuing to study

It's a good thing they didn't let me into my room and rummage through my stuff because it has locks, especially the bed that Dad himself made that no one will know is a secret Secret

Every night I write letters for my father and poems that he knows the meaning of using Spanish and Latin words I send a letter to my father Behind my closet there is a hidden exit that no one knows about who

Somehow I don't get sick because my friend always sends me food and medicine, there are also vitamins

I cleaned my room and when I opened my table lock I saw two of the poems I wrote when I knew the truth in my life

"Sparrow"

✍️: LIFA

I thought it was fun

But not yet,

Smile while biting your lip

While feeling the pain

Forced to break free from

The chain is attached for a long time

In life without freedom

When will I be Sparrow who flies free?

The word is forced

I can handle as many as there are

It's there, but it's been a single bird for a long time, and it's useless to move

Sparrow,,Sparrow may you cry but when

And what if there is always a stone in the way

This is all I read because my eyes are filled with tears

How can the heart be freed if for so long it wants to scream that I wish it was me?

Will I remain a prisoner and slave in the family I thought would value me!

That's just the beginning, readers

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Sorry for grammatical errors😙

Seeyah in Every Chapter

CREATED: 9-28-23

FINISH THIS PART: 10-20-23