
This memory is the archenemy of the reality of my childhood. It shouts that everything was normal and that I was a just like any other little girl the night before Christmas.
My actual journey from childhood into adulthood was nothing short of a nightmare. There would be beatings, blood, fierce protection in the midst of abandonment, and women coming and going. Alcohol abuse, drug use, life on the run, empty fridges, and molestations from multiple offenders—these were all a part of the story as well…