Growing up wasn't easy, at twelve years old my mom went on crack and I was sent to live with a complete stranger, who in my opinion was a witch covering by pretending to be a member of the church. One night I was on my way to church and I decided to go see my friend, little did I know I would end up being raped. The lady spread it to the church that I went to look boys. I ended up telling another lady the truth and she asked if I wanted to call the police, I told her no.I ended up moving to a cousin of mine house and thought I would get the freedom I wanted. I did get the freedom I wanted along with some really bad treatment. After my cousin who was in her late fourties and me just turning thirteen. When she realised the government wasn't gonna give her any money for us that made her mad. My mother's sister would bring us snacks and groceries since we were still going to school but she didn't care. She wanted the money and started mistreating us we had to walk some distance to full buckets and make sure all her 5 barts are full along with all 12 of her buckets before we could get something to eat, she would beat me if any of her kids did something. She likes to tell you turn your back, there is where she would break the Broom stick . I eventually got a babysitting job by my aunt and would spend weekends there. When I would come back home on a Monday, my clothes would be smelling like pee, her second child decided she didn't like me because people would gravitate towards me more than her and that pissed her off. She would throw away my text books and eat out my snacks so I had nothing to take to school. It got so bad that I would go to school hungry, get home from school and go to bed hungry. My cousin called her mom who lives in new year and told her she couldn't handle us anymore, it was me and my little brother and that wicked lady who Is my great aunt told her to put us out at that young age. We had to work from where we were about fourty five minutes to my aunts house to get food cause my cousin refused to give us food and have us watching her and her kids eat in front of us. My aunt decided to take us to our grandfather's house and he told her we will have to dig a hole and crawl under the door before he let us in his house. My aunt told us not to move and drove away leaving us there with him. He called the police and when they came told some lie about why we were there. He took us back to my cousin's house. The next day my dead beat dad decided he wanted to take us in, I was happy as a girl he would want his daughter around him. It was nice at first then he started leaving us by ourselves for weeks without food or water we would beg the neighbours for food. Eventually the landlord wanted his place since my father wasn't, there he wasn't paying for the place. The landlord began to remove the roof with me and my brother in the house still. Rain would destroy our belonging while me and my brother would be in the little part of the house that still had a little piece of the roof hugging to keep warm.