As an only child, I grew up being severely abused by the man I called, "Daddy". An ongoing trauma since my memories at three years old. My mom was always there, but hidden. Perhaps in her own trauma? At sixteen, I escaped. Alone, I fled for six months. Once in contact with my mom, and spilled the hurt, the battle to talk with her about my childhood was impossible. The pain was so real. I hurt for so long. Parents, please don't ever stop to take even one minute to listen to your child. It could mean the whole difference to their life.

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