Everything was going well until I turned 7. I had passed my first grade to second grade, I went to my second grade of elementary school, many things changed in me And another They were already prenesting in me, my classmates already forced me to get good grades They call ugly, They always made fun of me They said very ugly things to me ..
I was always the one who spoke the least just for calling me feita.
When I turned 8 I already wanted to leave but I was afraid that my foster family would not allow me to do such a thing
The Events began.
And for the first time they hit me so hard that they even left marks on me and my mom finally took care of me, but everything went from bad to worse.
They hit me so hard that even depression at that age I began to experience it
The Depression.
I turned 9 and I thought my life had been solved and got worse.
Many things happened to me every day of those 9 years, I such a beautiful girl going through those things, My mother hit me every day and allowed my stepfather to humiliate me, he was bad.
Nobody believed me.