I have never been sure of anything in my life.
Growing up with different parents in different homes across various places in New York, I never knew when to settle for anything.
I once lived in a foster home with six other foster children. The father was a raging alcoholic and the mother was barely there. I was ten at the time so I cannot recall much. I even forgot my foster parents' names, but I remember their violence and abuse. When the father had nothing to drink, he’d beat the hell out of us, the mother just stood staring. I was lucky I was able to run away. I tried to convince the other children, but they shook their little heads saying that they had nowhere to go. I did not have a clue what I wanted that time, but I knew I did not want to stay there.
I left with nothing but a b
