Although I was unhappy, my life before wasn't so bad, except for when Ma'am was screaming and hitting me, but that’s all gone. I’m going to have to deal with my own sadness, plus that of my siblings. I know you’re thinking this is too much grief for an eleven-year-old to deal with, but I’m used to being responsible, ‘cause I’m the oldest. Tomorrow, I want to talk to you about hope.
If you want to know what happens to me after this, read part of my story here or get my entire life story here.