I was born in Sheboygan, Wisconsin on December 31, 1999. I lived with my dad until I was two in Wisconsin. When I was two, my mom took me away from my dad because she wanted my dad to suffer. So my mom took me to California, Sacramento. When we arrived in California, my mom took me inside her apartment and told me to stand at the door until I had bruises on my feet. So I stood at the door all day until eight pm. Eight pm is when I had to go to bed. My mom made me sleep on the floor with no blankets. During the year that I was living with my mom made things more diffcult for me. When I was five my caseworker came and got me. My caseworker's name was Barbra and she was the sweetest lady I have ever met. I could tell that did care for me. When my caseworker saw the bruises on my body, I could tell that she really was worried about me. My caseworker wanted to know who did this and why. So I told her what happened because I wanted her to know. So when I finished my story, my caseworker was angry at my mom.