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CHAPTER THREE

A
lthough I was just a child, I could feel a
tension in the air between them, my Mother

and Stepfather. From the moment we got

there, I realized something was not right. There was no
lifting me, no kiss on the cheek, no “I love you” —just

constant bickering and arguments, day after day, from
sunup till sundown. Yack, yack, yack. They would

argue continuously about one thing or another, while
trying to be discreet.

My little mind could not have known what had
happened that I was the cause of their constant bickering

and vigorous disagreements. Sometimes, I could feel

my brother and Stepfather, secretly eying me, especially
when my mom was not around. What did I care about?

I got something to eat when I was hungry, and water

when I was thirsty.

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