It all started at the age of 5 years old in kindergarten. I wasn't the average kind of boy you expected me to be. I would have these rages that would scare people, including me. I would end up hurting someone else and also myself sometimes. I would yell obcenities at my mother. One thing that still puzzles me to this very day is that back then my mother was always my victim. I would get …showed first 75 words of 296 total…

…showed last 75 words of 296 total…to say that that was the most enjoyment that I shared with one of my parents. I'm proud that I was there for my mother and there to help her pull through the dilemmas that faced her. Also, I do regret what I did years ago to my mother. Still to this day, that pain that I caused her is still chewing at my heart every single day. But, overall, I have learned my lesson!