Chapter 2 The Before My Childhood was almost an ideal one. I had my mom and dad and two older sisters, My mother always made us great meals and we always had a clean house. Christmases were amazing. I actually never knew we were poor until I was much older. They always made things happen. I was daddy's little girl but so very attached to my mother. She actually had to work at my school in kindergarten and first grade just so I would actually go. She was my comfort. The first trauma I can remember going through was the loss of my father . The event of my father's death when I was just fifteen years old marked the beginning of a journey filled with emotional and inner struggles. The sense of abandonment and loss of guidance created a void that seemed unsurmountable at that tender age. I didn't get much support at the time. My mother, who was always very religious just kept telling me, "He's in a better place." I felt so lost...
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