One day I woke up upset about being woken up from an awesome dream, upset being somewhere I never liked, with people I hated the most, upset about my whole existence and I was only about 5-6yrs of age. Yes, thats the beginning I remember of mine and my life. I lived with family of 4 members Mother and Father on their 50s with two adult kids(girl and a boy) but unfortunately they weren't mine. I was kinda like Cinderella just before the ball night also I wasn't born princess too. I always missed my Mom who I knew will come and rescue me from that hell and she did used to come but only to visit and not rescue, whenever she visited I wanted to tell her everything that happened when she wasn't there instead I kept quiet silently wishing that she never left me with those monsters. She, my Mom used to visit me once a year or sometimes once in two years which I assume now because I didn't knew how many months in year or days in weeks were as they never teach me those neither do I knew how to watch the time.
My Mom used to work somewhere far from the place I lived, she wasn't in a position to keep her only child (that's me) with her. She was a single parent at that time and she had to earn for her living and for mine. She did as much as possible to give me the best life but she didn't knew what life I was living not until I told her and I told her very late. She used to send money, loads of it for me and for those family to look after me, and not just money but all other items. Letters from my mother never reached me, they always kept it hidden and used to tell me that I am a burden on them, they have to spend so much on me and my education. I knew whatever they said wasn't right but u always made them believe that I trusted them and told them that I don't like my mother. I used to be in so much pain when I used to see my mom next to be but unable to kiss or hug or talk to her, I just used to pass some glance at her I cried inside but still felt lucky that at least she is there and...