WEDRIA, 10 YEARS ON
ANNA’S P.O.V.
They say the journey of a thousand years begins with a single step, in my experience, the journey of a lifetime of pain and sadness begins with being born. Not many people are as unfortunate as me in this life, my life of torment began that night, ten years ago. I lost myself that day and up till today I still don’t know who I am. The beating I got was the first of many, ever since that dark night, the beatings never ceased, a slap here and there for not doing something right, the higher the crime, the more severe the beatings and in the eyes of Rafael Sawyer, I was always wrong and doing something worthy of a beating. I call him Rafael Sawyer now because I refuse to acknowledge that such a monster could be my father. I never call him Dad to his face, in
