This situation was used by a human trafficker who had been watching us from the shadows. He managed to grab me, cover my mouth and take me away.
If it weren't for our neighbor, Aunt Wanda and her family coincidentally bumping into us at the park entrance, I would be taken somewhere else. Aunt Wanda and her family immediately freed me and took me to my family.
Even after that terrifying ordeal, my parents still did not care. They only scolded and beat me for not keeping up with them. Meanwhile, my sister and brother laughed at my misfortune and no one offered me any comfort.
At six years old, I remember thinking that maybe it would have been better if the trafficker had taken me away at that time.
This was how my life had been for the next twenty-five years.
Then, when I graduated from college, I took a job as a mortician and things had finally changed. They decided to kick me out of the house.
The first day my mother found out I worked as a mortician, she immediately called me. She demanded me to quit my job.
In the background, I could hear my father yell furiously, "I don't have an unlucky daughter like her!"
My brother texted me, "Andrea, you're disgusting,"