You know my name by now, anyway I am Hal. I was raised by my mother, and never knew my father, she said that he left to start a new family when I was only three years old, but I never believed she knew who my father was either. She was a nurse and to provide for the both of us, she had to work long hours at the hospital, for me that meant that I had to be alone most of the time. She could not afford a nanny so I had to learn how to cook and clean at a very young age. Well, not clean so much, it seemed very difficult for me to build some kind of a system for the house chores, so instead of cleaning, I created even more mess. This was like a trigger for my mother to take out all her frustration on me. She never hit me or something but sometimes I wished she would have. Some words she said ne
