My mother left my father when I was 8 years old.
She was strict and I obeyed evil.
I always thought she was partly my fault!
I cried a lot and I'm hurt.
Dad worked in other countries.
I went to my grandmother on a farm.
I never lost the idea that it was my fault.
I feel guilty for taking my life for granted. For wishing I had so many things I don't have when I already have so much more than others. For having suicidal thoughts when people are murdered and have no choice in it. For not doing more to change the world around me. For pushing...