I remember my mum telling me she wished I had died when I was born. I remember how she embarrassed me and told all our neighbours I had an abortion and I’m a prostitute all because she found out I had a boyfriend. I remember my mum calling me all types of names. I remember how she beat me, hit my head in the wall, tore my shirt. It hurts a lot and I have to cry myself to sleep sometimes. I really want to let go but how? I still love her so much.