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My Childhood story

When we got to the mall we straight to toy R’us, since my cousin was older than me he let her walk around the store. I had to stay by his side. I didn’t want to be by him; I got mad and told him that I didn’t want anything can we go home. He said nah, let’s look around don’t get me mad or else. I got scared & tried to find my cousin. I found her by the big house collection. He told us it was time to go, so pick whatever. We was by some roller-skates dolls. So I got one & she got something else. After that we head home that’s what I thought. We didn’t stop at a cloth stored. I found that was weird because he kept driving the opposite way to the highway

Jan 8, 2025  |   8 min read
My Childhood story
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Chapter 1

People think it's impossible to forget things that were done in the past but it's not. Let me give you a head start on what I'm saying: I was around 6 or 7 years old when I first encounter my first abuse. Let's say sexual abuse. I was attending this church in south ozone parks, Queens. It was an all Spanish church. At that point I was given to my grandmother hands from the court. ...

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