Warning - this was written for the September writing contest and is not a cheerful read. (But it does have a happy ending. Sort of.)
When a person is asked what their earliest memory is, it is usually something light hearted. Maybe playing with parents or older siblings. Getting up to mischief during their early years or playing with a pet. Mine are not like that. My earliest memories consist of being beaten by the one person who was supposed to love and protect me the most. One of the...