Motivation

It's not everyday you have the strength to wake up or get through the day, especailly if your life is surrounded by people that constanly make you feel like you are not worth anything.

When I was eight years old my family came to live in Australia, My family consist of my older brother and two younger brother with the fourth brother being born months later.

My oldest brother is my full blood brother we share the same mum and dad while my other siblings are my half brother. As for my biological mother I don't know where she is I never got to know what her warmth felt like.

I miss her very day, if there is a day that I see her again I will not ask her why she left me and my brother, I would tell her that I understand why she did what she did.

As new residents living in a new country everything was strange and weird, people speaking in foreign lanuages, when the only lanuage I spoke was my native tounge making communication very diffcult.

But as the only daughter and being the second oldest in a household full of Four sons everything was expected of you. For a long time I could never be the little girl that played with barbie dolls or play dress up or even be a princess.

My dad who is my biological father never took a moment to look at his kids or see what is happening to them. But he is not wrong beause he thought that his wife the mother of three of his children would do her duty as a mum.

Oh boy!! Was He Wrong.

For sixteen years of my life I've never been happy most days I would wake up crying, all because of one person, My Stepmum, no word can describe this woman. I would never want anyone to go through what I have gone through.

I was verbally and physcailly abuse by her every single day that I live in her house, how could a mother be so cruel? I understood if she did those things to me and my older brother as we are not her biological children.

But the fact that she did that to all of us makes me wonder if she just simply hated us.

One day I went to school a teacher called me and my older brother into her office, there were two males that I've never seen before waiting in her office The teacher started to ask us about home life and if we were happy, as a child I answered honestly.

That every same day I went home from school and saw the two males workers at my house I didn't know why I was happy to see them, maybe because we spoke earlier and I was familiar with them or maybe because we had vistors.

The next day I went to school like normal but when it was home time I didn't get to go home like everyone else. Me and my older brother were kept at school until two police officer came.

The police officer took us to a medical clinic where we were both exmaine for bruise and other injuries. I didn't know what the medical examiner said to the police officers but all I remembered was that we never got to go home.

We both stayed at the police station until another group of people came to pick us up and took us to a foster home.

From there we stayed with a woman name Sharon and her son for six months. It was there that I experince my first Easter. I had never been happy in all my twelve years of life.

For the next six months we were taken out of foster home and lived with our grandma. It was not the happiest place but it was better than living at home.