1958. August 29. 7:33 p.m. Thats when I was born. I was a really happy child. Except for the times that my father would hit me. I wouldn't say I was a bad child, but I used to act up a little bit. I've always tried to impress my father. He was very stubborn, but he always tried to give me and my brothers what we needed. I remember my mother crying and yelling, "Joseph! Your gonna kill him!"

Just thinking about it makes me relive the pain. Whenever he hit me I hated him, A LOT. But deep down I loved him, I guess it was more like "tough love", for him at least.

My brothers, sisters, and I always cleaned the house, waited for Joseph to arrive home from work to eat dinner.

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I still remember the times my brothers brought girls home. It was really awkward. It really didn't matter what sibling it was; but they sexually active. The worst part was that we all shared a room. We lived in a very small home, but we all eventually got used to it. But the best part about it was watching my brother practice dancing and singing. I wanted to be in their band so badly.

To be continued. . .

[I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Not everything in this story is going to be about every little detail of his life, it might be a twist. so I hope you love it.❤❤❤❤ Xoxo.