Rosetta:Some kids have parents, toys, luxuries, love, affection, friends, and a perfect life.Some barely survive.Me? I had none of it. Just a diary.Every year, the woman who called herself my aunt would give me a diary.I started writing in it from a very young age.She allowed me to, but she would only unchain me for fifteen minutes a day.In those fifteen minutes, I had to shower, eat, use the restroom, and write in my diary.Sometimes, she would bless me with a little more time because she made me do chores.At first, I thought life was simply like that.Obedience.I believed every child lived that way, so I never complained.I had become desensitized to all the brutality.Until one day, a woman barged in with her daughter, who was much older than me.I was taken into a room and laid beside the girl.I was shocked to see her bleeding, barely breathing.That was when I began to realize what was happening.The woman who called herself my aunt started chanting, ordering the wounde
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