When i was a child my mom got into an accdient,sadly she couldn't make it.My father was devested,so he started drinking,smoking and stoped taking care of his own child.That child was me.He didn't even go to work anymore.Most of the days i only survived of dirty tap water.The days i could eat something was when I would seceretly sneak out of the house and find food that people haven't finished at the side of the road or local trashbins
Some times i would get very sick or even have high fevers.My father didn't even care about me so he just gave me some tap water and a dirty rag that he used for himself.
I stayed with him for 3 more years,by that time i was eleven(11)years old.I was a lot more responcible,i had do everything myself.
In those three years my dad hasen't changed that much,it has even gotten to the point where he dosen't even wannna look at my face because he sys i look too much like my mother.
I feel really lonley but i also feel...........