When I was in preschool and I can't do basic addition and my mom taught me, she wanted me to learn it at first observation. She'd call me dumb, then pull my hair and punch me on my head. I was crying while studying. I have my share of physical beatings. From belts -(they use the buckle to hit me which I have lots of nasty bruises), a metal broom, a piece of block of wood, and mostly punches around my body. My sister a long time ago punched me on my stomach which made me nearly puke. It was so painful. My father hit me with a chisel and the pain won't go away.

My sister and mother are the ones that made my life a living hell. I might be naughty but there are times I made the slightest of mistakes that I lacked focus and I asked again, they slapped me on my face telling me that's why you're dumb because you're not listening. I became a person who hides my emotions pretty well. I lied constantly and if there are expenses at school, I'd make the price higher just to have some money. Call it revenge.

I became an expert in lies that I tell truths that are lies and lies that are in fact truths. I don't have a lot of friends. My parents won't allow me to play at my neighbors and I grew up with books. My only comfort is excessive daydreaming and learning about science and stuff. Due to them hitting my head so often, I'd suffer some sores to my nostril going to my brain particularly the right side or sometimes the left side. They even blamed me when I fell down the ground with wounds and scolded me further, telling me it's my fault.

As I'm writing this I am so desensitised. I don't even care now. I contemplated suicide at age 6 and when they caught me wrapping my neck onto a rope they beat me. At age 16,I walked aimlessly for more than 3 hours and I nearly jumped onto the pier. The back of my head told me will you let them win. And so I became a changed person. That became a wake up call to me never to let anyone win