Flashing Back To My First Breath

I was born when my mom was still a teenager, she was 14 when she got pregnant and had to stop going to highschool to take care of me.

as a teenager i know how hard that was, but it isn't my fault right?

she used to hate me and throw me to my grandmother when she was tired of taking care of me. when i was 3 months old she went back to studying and entered collage.

when i was 1 years old my mom sended me to my great grandparents who took care of me and loved me, i stayed there for 2 years while my mom kept finding boys to "play" with, i was 3 years old when she took me back and intoduced me to my step-father, i never met my real dad, i never even knew the dad i grew up with isnt my real dad.

but my step-dad was kind and sweet he was also young just a year older than my mother, my mom got pregnant with my step-sister just a few weeks later, my sister grew up she was sweet and kind as my step-dad, we had the best time together, i started going to school, and grow up.

I was in 1st grade when i found out my mom was cheating on my dad with an old man in her job, my heart sank when my dad and mom told me they were breaking up, just when my dad was planning a proposal that we kept a secret for a long time, i couldnt do anything but isolate myself from people.

i grew up with the dad i knew, he didnt have a job but my step-grandmother do, my grandmother from my step dad used to hate me cause of my mother.

the pandemic started when i was in 2nd grade and my dad started going to church and pray and worship God, he always takes me and my sister to go with him, i used to make worship songs, i used to pray daily and believe in him, i used to worship him happily, but now i got dragged into hell cause of my wrong doings.

i lived happily with people that i aren't even related to.

i was baptized when i was 8-years-old and started worshiping god by being in the children's choir, i enjoyed every moment of it, i used to go to different places to sing and dance for the lord, i used to be an innocent little girl.

i went to events like christmas ceremonies, pastor's birthday's and the prophet's childrens birthday, the churches anniversay that is now the 50th year, the victorious talipao peace mission anniversary that is celebrated every year since 2020 that is now is 24th and an upcoming 25th, and more anniversaries and events.

sadly our pastor and prophen died, the church help a big ceremony for him.

my dad would give thousand to our church to support it, even though we werent rich he would try his best to support us.

when i was a kid i never took school seriously i used to play around, bully, and skip school.

a few years later my mom took me to live with her, i found out she had a new boyfriend and guessed that they will not last even a month, guess what? i was right. they broke up a few weeks later and she sended me back to my step father.

my life ran in a cycle every sunday,wednesday and friday we would wake up early to go to church and go home at 5:00 pm and on monday, tuesday,thursday and saturday, me and my sister would practice church dances, songs and play with our free time and sleep.

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