I was born December, 1976 in Chicago. I weigh 5 pounds. I was very small. My mom and father were both 25 and I had a brother. He was older than me he was my big brother and all I had was my brother who I loved very much. My mom had left my dad. I was too young to remember. So we moved in to my grandmother's house that's when the abuse started. I wasn't very popular, I had nooooo friends. All the kids made fun of me because I wasn't very smart. My family didn't have money and my home life wasn't any better. My grandmother would put a hot frying pan on my head burnt half of my hair and she would call me spoiled and ugly and stupid. My cousins weren't any better they would spit on me and call me names and my own mother would let my cousins make fun of me and I would always feel like a nobody like I didn't matter because I wasn't smart and plus my mother would always go out with her friends and leave me and my brother at the hands of my grandmother to use us as punching bags.