Life sucks. That’s what comes to my pathetic brain every morning. I got up from my bed and sat on the side of my bed. Suddenly, my bedroom door burst opened as my mom march in and gave me a scolding early in the break of dawn. Now not only life sucks, it hurts as well. My mom never loved me. If she did, she wouldn’t blame me for every mistake that was going on in my house.
“Why are you like a pig!” my mom shouted at my face. It was more like a statement rather than a question. Is this the way a mother should talk to her daughter? Is this the right example a mother should show her daughter? I don’t think so. My heart sank as more of the familiar words came out from my mom’s own voice: you’re worst than a prostitute daughter! With the last statement she made, she went out and slams the door. Tears sting my eyes and finally it fell down my cheek. My heart was broken into pieces. By who? By a woman I called my mother.
Eating breakfast on the dining table was a pure agony. My mom would go talking. How different everyone is from me. My ears just eat the words silently while my heart slowly break, killing me. Finally, the time has for me to leave for school. I walk out of the house. No goodbyes from anyone...a continuation

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