Since I was 9, my mom wasn't ever the same. She used drugs and men over me and my brother. But we still love her because she's my mom. She abandoned me for hours, sometimes days. And we still stayed and suffered in silence until my father heard my screams and call for help. But I didn't have to say anything. He saw the pain in my eyes. I was 11 when my dad saved me and it took a long time. Just think 2 years of getting beaten, neglected, lied to, and just forgotten. Two years I stayed that way and I was patient waiting for someone to save me and they did. - middle school student TX
