I remember as a child that they sheltered me and told me fantastic stories. My mom read me the stories of the Witch of Tete, it was with all the intention that I would leave my inseparable teto that I would not abandon for any reason.
My father was a very wealthy businessman who always arrived after twelve o'clock at night with the justification that he had had a very important meeting that he could not miss.
My mother and I were very close, we had dinner together every day and shared chores, we lived in a luxury house and we didn't lack anything, just the presence of Dad.
Dad's late arrivals became routine and Mom's days became more difficult, she walked without illusions, she looked tired, her appearance was that of a sick and unhappy woman.
One day dad came drunk and beat her, I could only hear her crying from my room but I didn't dare to do anything.
One day Mom didn't get up, she was cold and didn't seem to listen to me, I didn't get a single answer to my calls, I went out looking for help and they took her away, I remember that the house was full of people and the police were called.
I don't remember ever seeing Dad again, I don't even remember his face, Mom never came back from where she was taken. Something strange happened that no one ever wanted to tell, it's up to me to find out.
A very polite lady took me to a house where there were many children like me, some were adopted and others, like me, were let go after I turned 21.
I'm here today waiting for the subway, I still don't know where to go.
I have only my memories and a horrible thirst for revenge.
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My native language is Spanish, I use the translator Yandex