written by: Stina
MY whole life, since I was 3, when my dad left, I did everything for myself. My mom was an alcoholic and would lock herself
in her room because she didn't want us too see her with a hang over. I took care of my 6 month old brother, Jimmy, when I
was 3. I cooked the food, I cleaned the house, I did things a 3 year old--not even a 10 year old should have to do all by
themselves. I'm going to give you a look into my then miserable life, how I kept sane and what made me happy again.
Yearning For Love Part 1