Category: Writers Block
My name is Banga and I am three, All I wish is for my parents to love me. I want to play and be happy all the day, bbut I never seam to get my way. Mommy gets hit and daddy gets mad, I hide in the closet and get verry sad. I like to play and I like to dance, but I wished my mommy would give me another chance. I see it in her eyes, I see it when she lies. "I love you honey" so she tells me, but I know that she doesn't love me truely. To give me away will make her day, for I am the reason my daddy acts that way. My name was Banga and I was three the day my mommy stopped loveing me.