chapter 3

When mother first started to abuse me my punishment would be small like sitting in the corner. As time progressed mother would find new ways to hurt me. Like pushing my face against the mirror making me say over and over again that I was a bad boy. As time grew on I started to notice that mother was only singling me out. A while after that mother got mad and started to hit me. When I was trying to protect my face mother grabbed my arm. Later that night my arm was still hurting real bad. So that night mother had me sleep on the top bunk. When she took me to the hospital mother told them that I had fallen when I was asleep. This was the start of mother’s lies.