I didn't know what was happening to me; I had always been strong because if I wasn't, when I was little, it would have been worse for me.
It hurt me to remember all that; it was always so difficult to live with my parents, and yet, it was what I had to do.
I must admit that, for a long time, I believed that I wasn't their daughter, so one day I took hair from my mother's brush and did a DNA test. It turned out that at least I was their daughter, something that ended up hurting me even more than not having parents would hurt me, it was worse to know that I was the daughter of people who didn't love me and who mistreated me. Do you think that my father's push was the first? No. Never.
When I was 4 years old and something happened to me, or I tried to cry, both of them would take me by the
