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AdoptedI was just an immature two year old. What did two year olds know about abuse? They will use their belts to wip my bottom everyday after they came home. They only feed me the left overs of their dinners. I dont even have a crib, I sleep on the cold floor while they slept on the warm and cosy bed. I was their toy. A toy that they could throw around anytime they liked.
When I was nine, a new neighbour moved beside us. There was a boy my age in that family. His parents love him so much. They would pamper him with new clothes every week and buy him books. I longed for parents like that. His bedroom was on the same floor as me. My parents finally gave me a room. I would stare at him all day and night. I was an ignorent nine year old. How could I know what love felt like? Maybe it felt like this. Whenever my parents were out, I would go to his house and play with him. His name was... Kikwang.
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