My Life

My name? Well, I don't have one. I didn't have the luxury of growing up with loving parents, a caring brother, nor a delightful neighborhood. I wasn't given anything, not even a name. Every day I feared what would happen when my father gets home, what mood my brother was in, and if my mother would ever do anything to save her child. She is the reason I've lived a life of fear, but I don't resent her for her mistakes. Cause if I were in her shoes, I would have done the same thing...

Read the story of a young boy who has to fight to survive.

*THE PICS ARE NOT MINE*