"You were God's Child, gifted to me." this is what I heard from the lady who raised me whenever I ask her about my parents and why, did they left me here. She never let me call her mother beacuse I wasn't her child but, still she took me in and brought me up. I never knew who my parents were and why they left me on the porch of an orphanage home. The hope the lady always gave me was "One day I'll find a family who will love me and accept me as their daughter, sibling." This became my dream. A dream to call a house "Home", the people inside that home will be my parents and siblings. And the dream came true but it wasn't as I expected. The dream soon turned into a nightmare. I still get chills whenever I think about that so called my dream "Home".

"Wake up, you dirty skunk and clean those dishes. Mop the floor and make it clean like there was no milk spilled ever. Do you know how much that carpet cost me? Even if I sell you in the market you won't be that worth compared to that carpet." my so called "Mother of my dream house" said brusting her all anger on me with the slap.

"I'll do as you say Ma'am. I am sorry" tears lingering in my eyes and in a...