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When she, my father's second wife, was brought into Singapore via a certificate of convenience, he thought that, she would be a healthy and balanced surrogate mother. Instead, I learn the maturities of adulthood at an age where someone should be free from everything.
8 years of age I first ran away from home.
Do you know how terrified and mentally traumatised you got to be at that age, to distrust the adult at home?
The sound of the beatings were so severe that the neighbour will intervene.
Most of the extended family members enabled, trying to mind their own lives, even though they very much knew the horrors, the igniting lashes of that echoed. It was my English and literature teachers who first showed some sense of interest for my growth.
I have seen her being conniving, cunning and charismatic while viciously manipulating. They dwell in dark practices.
Every time I ran away, since then, and was brought back home, she would cry and pretend that it will not happen again with tears. This went on since I was 6 till 14. At one time, I did not know that a person, had a birthday.
The first time someone got me a cake with a true heart was from my friend, besides my biological mother.
There was extreme bias living there in my formative years. They have been trying their extreme best to sabotage my life. If I committed suicide, it would have been easier for them, though, it ought to be classified as murder.
When my mother returned into the picture, I was even more mind fucked in those teenage years, asking me to call her aunty. Obviously, she was not ready for a kid, but wanted to fulfil her responsibilities. That was her. To take care of everyone, but neglect herself. She said that she learned that a little late, but sooner than never.
The foundations of everything is from my mother.