FAITH.....LOVE.....HOPE?

This is my own life story of......Marylin Dedere Engelbrecht......A story full of hate to family,my mother,my father....I was a child that grew up with alot of love from both parents(parents Pedro and Margaret).My father was my first love,because he was the first in the person in the morning and the last in the evening.I grew up in the dusty roads of Tygerberg(called Tiervlei back then in Western Cape South Africa).I was the second oldest daughter of my parent(had a little brother that passed on,who was older than me at the time).Pedro and Margaret was an ordinary couple,where ever they go,people always complimented them because she was a cute little thing,he a bold headed chocolate man.My father disappeared into thin air and my mom fell inlove with another man,whom didn't want me near my Mother because he needed all the attention from her.She gave me away at the age of 3 years old to my fathers uncle.All hell broke loose from the age of 5 whereby the abuse started by my cousin.There wasn't a day that I wasn't beaten by that girl because what she said was law.6 years old my mother came to my uncle's house with a set of twins.She forced me to look after those kids,whilst I was still a baby in my own shoes.In all anger and rage she took my head in her 2 hands and hit it against a cement wall.My Nana was looking after me at that time,and when she heard me crying she ran into the room and saw blood all over my face,my Nana told her if she don't clean where she messed up my uncle would throw her and her twins out in the street.I went to the bathroom and was told not to tell anybody what happened to me.All lies started that day because my mother's boyfriend left her with the twins,she took out her anger on me and beaten me because I was taken in by a family that was well known in the community and also well known figure in church.One day I came from school and saw a strange woman at our house,it didn't bother me because I was a just 7 years old....kids never sat in grown up talks when they had private conversations.I didn't noticed my Mother also in the living room,the lady called me and asked if I was still happy with the family that I was staying with....Not knowing that my life will change within a few seconds....and so it did.My Mither on the other hand signed me over to this family and I couldn't say a thing because this was my Father's Uncle(now I am legally there child...Marylin Derere Wagenaar).The same day another strange man appeared on the door step of the Wagenaar Family(there oldest son that came out of prison).Nights of terror has just begun.A few nights past and nothing happened.Me and my Great Granma was in our room,she laying on her bed and I lay on the other bed,the same bed that this man will share with me as soon as the lights will be turned off.I heard my Great Granma pray,dear Lord protect her because she don't know what is laying ahead if her.I was laying at the bottom of this man's feet,he lay there rubbing himself off me,slowly he turned me on my side and slide his huge hands up on my tender year old body.I layed there frozen,didn't know what to do...the only thing or voice I concentrated on was that of my Great Granma(please Lord protect her).I felt a finger,than another and then another,motionless,tears in my eyes because something else is happening to me.....something that I've never experienced before.He pulled me up close to him and say......don't ever mention a word to anybody because they will put you in a place whereby far more worst things will happen to you.....lay still and close your eyes. Follow for more....