In the Beginning

Hi!!!! My name is Robin. I am currently 15 years old. My life has been an interesting, scary, funny and sad tragic life. It all started the day that I was born.....

I was Born on July 19, 1996. I was born 32 weeks prematurely. They had to do a c-section in order for me to be born. My mom had already given birth to three other kids, my siblings. My oldest Bryan was born on July 21, 1991. Next was Brett, who was born on June 3, 1992. And last William who was born on July 31, 1993. At the time my mom didn't have a job, or financial support. So we were living on the bear minimum. I used to always think it was my fault that our family slowly fell apart, and that if i never have come along they would still be together as a family. Slowly we got more and more poor. Poorer than we have ever been, we got convicted of our house. We went looking for family who would be able to take us in. But they were not willing to help my mom. Soon we were living out on the streets, and at that point my mom starting stealing things, and ???? checks by writing other peoples names on the check: Just so we could get by and to keep us alive my mother was willing to give up the rest of her life to make sure that we would have as best of a life as possible. My mom was willing to give up her parenting rights, so we could have a healthy life. After my Mom was caught and was taken to jail, we went to foster cares. Soon my dad Bill came out and said that he would be willing to take us in.

Living with dad

After we were told that our dad was willing to take us in, We were so excited to go and live with our dad. But what we didn't know was that the worst was still to come.....

We started living with my dad and it seemed perfectly normal: I went to school, we would cook together, and just spent ????? time together. But after a while i stopped showing up for school everyday; The fun was washed away from living with my dad. He started beating me and my brothers almost everyday when ever he was home. He took us with him to work to make sure we wouldn't do anything that would get him in trouble. My teachers started noticing all the marks and bruises on me. My dad was notified about these, and had me stop going to school so they wouldn't do anything about wt was going on at home. After months of abusing me and my siblings maybe even a year went by before child protective services came and took my dads parenting rights away. They had no proof that it was my dad who abused us: so he got away with no charges for wt he did to us.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 15.02.2012

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