My story starts in the uterus of my late mother Bernadette, who I loved dearly.

My father was absent, and i often had to eat crumbs of bread I foraged while my dad was asleep.

I learnt to speak at the age of 4, and my first word was “mold”, because daddy would sometimes leave bread on the ground, but I think he does this for the extra vitamins the bread gains.

He has not spoken to me yet and I think he ignores my existence.

I have noticed a slight change in my dad’s behaviour, he went every day to the park, yet today he abruptly stopped. He fed pigeons every day. I wonder where they went.

Recently I escaped the house wishing for a better life and I met this girl(13 F). I have noticed something weird. Her dad(25m) is black but her skin colour is greyish. She was really defensive when I asked her for explanation. I am deeply in love with her but I think she has a boyfriend.

I shidded and farted in my pants out of desperation.