My mother was a whore. She used to sleep with other men in the shelter while my father was away.
She did it so often, now that I think of it, my father probably was an idiot, if he couldn't notice it until I was 5 years old.
After that my life turned into hell. I got beat up by him every now and then, he used to say something along the lines:"You little bastard, I'm sure you aren't even mine"
He was never a loving dad, but before I at least could eat and drink clear water, not worrying about hunger.
Now I had to beg on the streets or find something eadible in the trash.
When I turned 6 my mother died from internal bleeding. I didn't even know what internal bleeding was. What I knew was that my father kicked her in the abdomen so hard, she puked blood. After that she couldn't stand or eat. She died shortly after.