I was very happy with life, but then Mother began to change and that once amazing women became this hideous, dark person. Even if my brothers and I had been doing the same thing, I began to be single out in the punishment. It started with being put in a corner, and gradually got worse. Mother had at this point she was drinking a lot more than usual, she began to really scare me. That sweet, caring voice Mother always had began to turn shrill, dark, and terrifying. It would send chills down my spine. One day, after drinking most of the day, Mother came after me and as she tried regaining her balance after almost falling, she had a hold of my arm and dislocated it. After she realized what she’d done, she drove me to the hospital and told me to never speak of it to anyone, and if I did, I knew the consequences would be much worse than that….
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