To think or to grow up knowing that you are part of a family, you accept the slightly bad treatment for years then it grew worse. To be beaten to a pulp and be placed on a strange man’s bed raped and sent away. What a life. Having still a little hope for this disingenuine family you thought what’s rightfully yours would return to you but in return it was destroyed. You keep getting threatened by said family but you stand your ground. Upon returning home to discover that you are not really a part of this horrible family to begin with. Having belonged to such a disgusting family is one thing you can choose to accept but not having a family at all is a whole new ballgame.
