My mother was raised by parents who were deaf and dumb.She had sever Asama and allergies and very little means of communicating this to them.She ran away at age 14 and moved in with a friend.She then met my dad.His family was full of criminals and mentally dis-functional people.By the time she was pregnant on her fourth child, about to give birth,he was arrested and sentenced to 20 years.She tried to make it with the help of his family but they fell short a brain cell or two.She ended up having to separate all the kids placing us all at different family members of his.She gave birth to the last of her four children and this child had sever Asama and allergies. She felt she could not provide for this many children on her own and one child having special needs she gave her to a babysitter that really wanted her.

Eventually we ended up back together,all but the last child.Our mother moved us to Virginia and never told my dads family where we were.She got a job working in Washington DC.for a patent attorney. I am not sure how that came about but I was told she taught herself how to type and she could type 90 words per minute, I was told.We were left to fend for ourselves and sometimes neighbors.No supervision, bad neighborhoods and people who didn’t think twice about trying to mess with little girls.If you were sick at school you would shake it off because we couldn’t call mom in Washington to come get us, seeing as how she was part of a car pool. She met a man who later became our step father.He was a former military school student.He was 11 years younger then my mother and 9 years older then my older sister.Military school made him very controlling and strict.I would say I got a beating at least every few days.These beatings were for things, that in hind sight, were for his pleasure because I never did anything that bad. My brother and sister only got a few beatings the whole time they were together.I think it was because I was the youngest and he thought he could teach me something.

A short time after they got married he became a Jehovah’s witness.My mom did not become one but we had to.They were married about 7 years.I was beat very often but only molested once and he assured me it was my fought. He said he would talk to the elders and my mother about it and for me not to mention it to anyone.He wanted a child of his own but my mother had her tubes tied after giving birth to her fourth child.Ten days before my fourteenth birthday my mother died.She had some kind of surgery and was laid up in the bed for days. We were told it was none of our business what the surgery was for and to this day we still have no clue.While recovering from the surgery he had her,a women who was allergic to animals and had sever Asama, stay at home and set off flea and tic bombs. He took the cat and dog to the veterinarian’s to get dipped for fleas. Yes, we had animals and she was very allergic.That night she was having trouble breathing.I am sure it was do to the fact that she was home in bed while the chemicals from the bombs were being set off in the house.She later walked out of her room with him.She sat down on the steps because she could not walk anymore.This is where she wet on herself,turned blue and fell over.He called EMS and they came and took her away.We were told to go to a fellow Jehovah’s witnesses house.Later that night my step dad and an elder from the congregation came and told us of her passing.Several days later I was asked by my step-dad to sign some papers,adoption papers.I said no and to this day I do not know where I got the balls to say that to him.He said if you don’t, leave.I went and packed my stuff and my sisters.My sister came home from work and I told her what was going on and we both left.My brother didn’t want to leave his friends so he stayed.I was 14 and my sister was 17.We got in her car and headed to Maryland to move in with my dads relatives. We had been contacted by them when they read my moms name in the obituaries.