My life Jobs

Today is the first day of my blog post! No long but ..... My story begins in 1988, it was in June 1988 that my mother met my father.... My father came to Brazil that year with a friend of his, when he arrived in Rio de Janeiro they went to the city of Magé near the city of Teresópolis RJ, on a visit to the city of Magé they went to watch a Capioera circle there was my mother! My mother was delighted with the Californian, tall elegant affectionate...Even without my father speaking a single word in Portuguese and she in English gave back to the countryside for a few beautiful days of love, they went to a party and from that party they went to a very discreet place and they stayed there for three days.... When my father found out that she was a minor he left her and left, a few months later the first symptoms appeared!

Soon after she finds out she's pregnant with me, how to tell the Californian that she was pregnant? That's where my life started to come into danger! At the time, my mother worked in a family house and she saw a picture of my father in a magazine and told her boss that she was pregnant with him, the guy freaked out and created a whole cunning situation against my life and my mother's. , with great difficulty my mother's boss got in touch with him my father, my father came to Brazil running and took my mother to California, I was born there in California, my mother's boss went along because my mother didn't spoke Portuguese, so he translated everything he thought conveniently!

With that my mother got angry with my father, but my father loved her and she loved him too.

When was 20/04/1989 I was born! When I was a month old I came to Brazil, but I went to live in a municipality in Teresópolis RJ, a horrible place, but with the climate very similar to that of California, my father sent the money to my mother, but her boss I didn't deliver all the money to her, only about 40 dollars when I did, but when I was one year old I went to California with my father because it was a combined one year with my father, one year with my mother, because the year that I spent with my father were the best, I loved my sister, it was perfect! I didn't speak a single word in Portuguese, because my father insisted that I learn to speak English first, when I came to Brazil I had to stay at my mother's boss's house, and there I suffered several abuses, daily I I had no right to eat and shower, brush my teeth and think! I was forced to only do what that monster said! How I counted the days until I could go back to my father's house! When my father came to Brazil for the last time in Brazil with my stepmother, to pick me up to go to California, they told him that I had run away, but no, I was locked inside the fourth outfit, gagged and all bruised, I listened to the scream of my father calling me and I can't go to him!

When he left they caught me and hit me on the head with a baseball bat, and it gave me head trauma, I was between life and death for months finally they called my father to say I was dying and he sent the my godfather ! My godfather operated on me and managed to save me! My godfather stayed until the day I was discharged, he took me to my house, my mother's boss took me from my godfather's lap and my godfather went to get me back and they had a big fight that day!

After my godfather left Brazil, my mother's boss took me back to the hospital, and they gave me a facelift, and they changed the color of my eyes, and they shaved my hair until my hair was bad and ugly

I stayed for three years, walking like a munia, with so many bands and grooves, the worst part was that they took me to a hypnologist and paid for all my memories I completely forgot my father's face, and my sister's face, it was very horrible times because they said that I had died for my father, but the lie fell apart and then they invented that I ran away, but I didn't run away I was trapped by my mother's boss, and being his slave... I got my memory back and when I remember everything that happened to me I can only cry but nothing because if they wanted money they just asked my father and he would give it, but not everything was very difficult and bad for me! It got to the point where I didn't want to know about my father, but I always wanted to be close to my father and my sister, only God knows how much I asked God that I could see my father before I died, because Now it's too late because my father is dead, and I can say the last goodbye to him! I've always been a fan of my dad! I always breathed more of his phrases, I studied computer science like him but without me knowing that he was my father!

Today I am in the house where I was held captive for years as I suffer from Stockholm syndrome! Tomorrow I will have the pleasure of telling you in detail how it all went.