In one’s life, childhood equals happiness, why is it that for some people this is not the case? Not too long ago, my Step- Dad, told me a story of his childhood years. Which I found extremely sad, infact I believe anyone experiencing this type of event would feel the same way.
Like many fellow Hispanics, My Step-dad was poor, and to make it even worse, He had 7 siblings, obviously a tough situation for both of his parents. Constant fights with his father filled his home. His father, was a drunk…
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