• I was born in the city were my mom left my dad.A can full of rocks was my first baby rattle.I robed a shopping mall before I got bike.I was livin a cardboard box .Mama always said Im never goin back. Shed wake me up in the middle of night to tell me she loved me no matter what. Im the one that got away.My mom was beat.My dad was a killer. If mom didnt get away. I wouldnt be here.2 years later.My mom was found dead.I didnt tell anyone this,but my dad found us and beat her in front of me.That killed me dont worry I told the police, but I didnt tell them he beat me too and thats my story. crying