chapter one

Hospice building, you can recognize it from among all the building , a large building with a sign that says the way to a new life , a large garden in front of it , when you enter it , the first thing that you will see is the reception room and a nurse standing behind the reception table wears the pink nurses uniform

Hello , my name is Carolina Moore , I wanna see my mom

What's your mom name ?, the nurse asked.

Rose , rose Moore .

Rose ?, She didn't say that she has a daughter but she said that someone will come today to visit her, I think it's you , come let me take you to her the nurse said .

I don't know how i will hide the tears of my eyes and the tone of my voice that expresses my broken heart

Rose , there's someone here wanna see you , the nurse said to my mum

I was behind the nurse, controlling myself not to cry, i saw her , she was young, but her face suggested that she was sixty years old , she is only forty five years old.

You may really wonder why she is in the hospice ?

It's all because of my dad , he threw her a year ago and never asked about her before , he wants me , only me , but not as a daughter.

The dark green eyes that had so often flashed with anger now welled with tears as she held her arms out to me , dropping my bags to the floor i went into them , for the first time in many years my mama and i embraced , and my love that had lain dormant resurfaced .

You've come , Carolina, she murmured

I would always come if you asked me , I replied softly, trying to hide my tears because i know she will not bear to see my tears .

We spend a lot of time talking while she told me how i looked when i was just a child and how quarrelsome i was with tear coming from her eyes .

It's time i have to say goodbye to her , i knew it would be the last time I would see her , so i hugged her and it was the last hug .

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I was walking down the street, returning to my father's house, and I had thoughts. Can I run away and if I ran away where would I go? I am only eleven years old ,he wanting to give me confidence, but he puts someone behind me to watching me because he know i will run .

My house was two streets away from the hospice. I came back home and my father was not there .

We were living in a big house, but I felt that it was suffocating me , of course you are wonder why i hate my father that much , My story began when I was ten years old , My mother got sick and there was no treatment for her. Our life has turned from a beautiful life to a life of hell. My father did not love my mother anymore , as he did not pay her a single penny to relieve pain. He threw her in the nursing home when she was in the spring of her youth, and he has not asked about her since that time .

My dad became an alcoholic and got angry quickly, and my body still had signs of beatings , One day my father came and was very drunk. Soon, I locked the door to my bedroom, before he came to me and drained his anger.

But he didn't want to hit me, he got used to it, wanted more of me, broke the door to the room and took off my clothes , and he assaulted me , yes he did i tried to make him stop but I lost consciousness because I couldn't stand anything.

Yes, he's my father, he's the guy who was supposed to be his daughter's hero

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My story did not end here. I am now twenty-three years old. She struggled and endured a lot

to be continued