Hi, my name is Sophia, and this is the story of my life about struggling, abandonment and suffering.

I was five when it started. My mum was horrible to me. (Well I say my mum, she's really my stepmother but I called her mum anyway, I never really knew my real mum because she died at birth.)

"Where do you think your're going?"

"I'm going upstairs to play with my dolls mummy," I replied confusingly.

"No your not!" She said as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards her, "You're coming with me." She dragged me down on the floor while she sat on the sofa and said, "There was a biscuit left in the tin, but it's not there any more. Do you know what happened to it?"

I was so scared at the time...those eyes emerald green eyes digging into my soul, I felt like there was no where to hide.

"No mummy," I said.

"You liar!" She screamed, "You''re a liar and a thief!"

"No mummy I didn't I promise!"

"I will not have a thief in my house as well as a liar!"

She picked me of

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