My dad looked Spanish. I was born with blond hair & weird eyes. He wanted me to have black hair; look oily; & have a narrow bone structure like him. Instead i look like a red skinned with buckeheat hair.
He said i couldnt be his; even yrs later when DNA proved i was science was lying. He loved my Spanish looking sister. He was great to her. Gave Cool cars; everything. Me: he kicked out when i was two. My mom blamed me & gave me away. My life became hell.
At first i had a chance. Kind people took me. A drunk hit us. I watched them die. I somehow crawled out of a crushed buring car.
I was given to a relative next. I was locked in a dark room licking crumbs off the floor for over a yr and a half. I could barely walk when i left.
Then it was an aunt who liked to take drugs; torture me; & do weird sex like stuff.
I was so scared. Someone saw me afraid one day. Tried to tell me about Jesus but was ran off. I wondered who is Jesus. I had never seen a TV or heard a radio. No one even talked to me. I was afraid & mostly always alone. When someone was around they were usually hurting me.
So i asked a man. Who is Jesus? He said you ask him in your heart. Then he was yelled at by my relative & left. I almost never left the house. But I’d heard the name Jesus.
Who was he? This is important. I am autistic. I don’t believe in ghosts; big foot; or crazy stuff. During the pandemic ive been doing my best to unite people. Trying to find a way (including lying which is wrong & i normally wouldnt do) to get people to work together & understand each other.
We are all under attack from a virus. Our economy is in a shambles.
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