I wiped the tears that gathered in my face and stopped a taxi that would take me back home. Home to another Austin problem.

As I entered the taxi, I laid my head on the window and looked out. The streets had yellow beaming light which made the street light up in the dark.

Tears gathered in my eyes, I shouldn't be crying but my dad was very mean. He hated me even before I was born. After I was born, he made me suffer.

He would make me skip meals anything I did something wrong. I was just five when my father made it mandatory for me to stop...