My name is Liz, but it could have been Hilary or Lynne.
My story is difficult to tell, I only did it with my best friend Karen, because in her heart there is my same sad and melancholy that there is in mine.
I don't have memory of my mother sobered, but I have some memories that make me smile when I think back on.
I remember one time, my mother sold all my toys to buy alchool.
She was only able to buy a sack of potatos with the remaining money, and we had no choise but eat potatos for three consecutive days.
Sometimes She'd go to the pub forgetting to pick me up at school.
The school was the most pleasant time of the day for me.
Anyway it was at school where I relaized that my life was different from the other ones.
I didn't get my snack ready by my mother.
On the contrary I was in charge of cooking, doing houseworks and bringing up my younger brother.
No adult helped me or was there for listening to me.
I decided not have kids for fear of making the same mistakes of my mother.
After all I have her same genes.
I play sports because I feel I need a strong structured body, and I try to keep my house cosy and welcoming, that is the opposite of the house where I grew up in.
May 2017
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