Dear Uncle Thanks to you I Found Love

It was almost ten at night, I was dragging my sore feet back to my home. Many will not call it home but at least I have a roof over my head and source of clean water this is more than enough for me. With the salary I receive every month, I cannot afford even a normal 1 bedroom apartment. So I am currently renting a small a small basement room, courtesy of my landlord Ms Kepner. I got heater, a small bath, portable stove and bed.

I arrived at my home, unlocking my door, I quickly put my bag aside and jump on my bed.

I am super tired, I work multiple job, anything that can give me income. Today I work as cleaning lady at a very luxury hotel replacing one of their staff that currently on maternity leave. I have no qualification to get permanent job since I dropped out from high school right after my parent's death and I am not good at talking to people due to my severe anxiety disorder. I panicked easily and when I do, I forget how to breathe and pass out. Taking up gig as a cleaning lady is somehow suitable for me as I dont really need to interact with people.

I am 20 years old this year, I grown up well I am not too thin like barbie but some said I have a perfect curve. I have dark brown hair and honey gold eyes and a plump lips. I know if I make myself presentable I can be considered pretty or beautiful but I prefer wearing jeans and hoodies on daily basis. I dont even feel worthy to show my skin because it full of scars. Yes you heard me scars, a gift from my parent.

My late dad and late stepmother did numbers on me. I knew they hated me, dad said I am a trash, whore, while my step mother did was clapping along. Both of them physically and mentally abused me. Some day they would beat me, receiving slap and kick on my stomach was normal for me. Once he poured hot boiling water on me because I made mistake when I prepared his breakfast. There are few bruises from the hit I received using his belt. They normally avoid hitting on my face, nobody know or care about me after all. We were living like poor people do. Dad was a lorry driver while my stepmother was working in club. So when the police officer came to the house to let me know they both died in a car accident, I dont even know how to responds, I felt numb. To avoid from being taken away by child services I ran away the same night. I know where my stepmother stack her cash, so I just chuck everything and take the first bus to the city. I only brought along few photo of my real mom and me and 2 pair of clothes.