“My story is nothing like yours Nia, I’ve only ever lived with my father, I don’t know who my mother is or if she’s still alive. I never understood why others had complete families and all I had was a grumpy dad who never treated me like his daughter. I had heard rumors in school that she was dead, that fear of it being real, made me to never ask him if she was really alive or dead. I spent those times in the illusion that she would soon come find me and I would have my own complete family but she never came. I was never allowed out of the house, I spent my time alone in the confines of my room and ate my birthday cakes all alone, well till I was seven. Penny transferred to this school with her older brother Peter and we became friends. I didn’t have any friends before her and was glad she
