In the Rain (childhood)

Looking back to my dark childhood, abuse and surviving it all – who I become.

Best thing that ever happened to me

My brother and Me.  We were always team.

With only a year between us being born, unfortunately he was sent to school a year early so we had 2 years between our grades.  All throughout primary school he always looked out for me, he was my go to person, my hero.  (We both started in one school, but I ended the last two years of my primary school in another).   I was a little tomboy.   Growing up with my brother as my only sibling, and of course him being him being the elder meant we played cars, instead of dolls, climbed trees, instead of playing in doll houses, rode our bikes and went rollerblading.By the time I reached grade 5 and moved to the new school, he reached grade 8 (standard 6) and was sent away to high school and Boarding School.

I was left with my mother, the new husband she decided to marry and have another baby with (*sigh*, yes there is a 10 year gap between me and my supposedly half sister).    So as a 13 year old, my biggest job was to entertain the new baby, make tea at least 10 times a day, do the dishes and keep myself out of their way. (this was for my own safety, literally).

I did not really see my brother any more over the next two years, (he was clever and found other places to go over weekends… Continue reading

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