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Well, my life is horrible, I hate when my parents yell at me and treat me like a servant, plus they yell at me like it's my fault for their stress.
I woke up like every day, hoping to raise money to get out of here. I only had 469 dollars, it wouldn't be enough to rent a house or food for 2 days. My mother was calling on the phone, my father was always making food before going to work. When my mother finished the call, she told me to wash my brothers' underwear as well as mine, I did it and finally she went to work, she returned between 7-8 pm, she told me to serve her food, I did it and I remembered that they owed me 110 dollars, which I did not claim otherwise they would hit me.

Finally, I finished the Spanish language homework, and I took the tablet to play State of Survival, my mother wanted to sleep, she told me to tell my father to help her accommodate her (because of her vertigo), also to carry my sister I was late (not too late) my father as always saying his word (idiot) that makes me feel bad.
Now I can sleep in peace, not much but I get used to it between 12 p.m.
-Kris, (becca)