She was 14 years old. She lived with her mother and father. Alone. With a childhood no common person could have. This is the story of her life. A life with a darkened past. She was me. I was her. I was the 14 year old girl. Innocent. Oblivious to her family's history all those years ago. It seemed like it was just yesterday I miraculously discovered that my sister in reality was actually my mother. If you must know I'm 21 years old now. I decided that it would be quite interesting if I write about what my life was like. It was definitely far from perfect I can tell you. But after learning about my family's history, it's done a lot of things for me. Helped me stick to reality and get my head out of the clouds or whatever fantasy I was living in. To read more about my family's past, move on to chapter 1. (Thank you all for taking time out of your day to read this. I really and truly appreciate it. Love you guys!😙😄😉)