The Bad Hand.

There was a time when I started counting the breads because my parents were fighting and I was crying in a corner.

I was feeling afraid and biting mom.

Once I went to take my father to come back home.

There was daily fight.

The poor schooling.

Not having anyone to follow.

Getting into masterbation.

My father rolling off his eyes when I was seeing him.

Crying for the money issue in itm.

Wasted a lot of time.