Chapter four

By this time mother had started starving me. I started stealing food from the kids playing outside before school started. Then they started to notice that their snacks and things where gone. When the told on me the principal called my mother and told her of the things I have done wrong. When I got home she beat me till I couldn’t move. I was so hungry that one day I stole food from the store down the street from the school. When I got caught they informed my mother and I got another beating. Finally I found a way I couldn’t get caught…or so I thought. I started to steal frozen hotdogs from the school to stop my hunger. When I got home mother made me go upstairs and throw up in the toilet. Then she made me get it out with a bowl so she could show father. After that she made me eat it all. I don’t understand why she was treating me this way. All I wanted was some food…

Chapter two

The years before mother started abusing me you could say we where the “Brady Bunch” of the 1960s. We lived in a two bedroom home in which you could say was a good neighborhood in our city. My father supported our family as a fireman. I loved it when he would wink at me can called me “Tiger.” My mother was of average size and appearance. I remember one day after dinner she got up and painted the stones leading to the garage and put mats on top of them before it dried. I asked her why she did it and she said it was to surprise my dad. One day mother took us to Chinatown and told us all about the culture. When we came home mother put up lanterns in the kitchen and she cooked us a wonderful Chinese meal. Then when the holidays came everything was great. On Halloween mother would have us go outside to look at the harvest moon. When we got back to our rooms we looked under our pillows and there where match box cars under them. At Christmas time mother would decorate the house and we would get the chance to put the angle on the tree. Just before dawn on Christmas day she would wake us all up to come down and open our presents. One day my mother took my brothers and I to the Golden Gate Park. One day I thought about falling through the gate and I got scared. My mother came over and hugged me and I felt safe.

Chapter one- David

  I was working on my chores as mother was screaming at my brothers. I took my hands out of the water for a second and she caught me. I feel a sharp pain in my head and I topple to the floor. She had hit me for having my hands out of the water. I was going to lay there but that would only make her beat me more. I quickly got up and started washing the dishes as she was screaming at me. Then my head hit the counter. Mother had once again hit me. Once I got done with my chores mother let me eat some leftover cereal from one of my bothers bowls. I had to hurry up and eat before she took it away from me. I use to dig the leftover out of the trash but mother found out about it. Once I got done mother took my brother and I to school. Normally she would make me run but I was so late getting done with the dishes she had to drive us to school. When we got to school she let my brother out but made me stay in the car. Mother tells me that she is going to take me to my uncles tomorrow so he can “take care of me”.  After we arrive to the school I run out the car but she calls me back because I left my lunch in the car.  I have to go to the office because I’m so late. The nurse comes out and takes me to her office. After she gets done taking notes about me she sends me off to class where a few moments later they called me back down to the office. When I get into the office I see a few of my teachers and a police officer. After a talk about everything my mother does to me I went with the police officer. I thought I was going to jail but I didn’t say anything. When we got to the police station the officer asked for my phone number and address. I gave it to him and I knew when I got home all hell was going to break loose. When the officer called my house he told my mom I would not be coming home today. We got back into the car and started driving. We drove past a sign that said “THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HIGH WAY IN THE WORLD”. Mr. Smith looks at me and says, “You’re Free.” I was shocked for a second then over whelming joy hit me and a tear ran down my cheek and I whispered “I’m free?”