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Meanwhile, my mother was barely getting by with two jobs and the child support my father was refusing to pay. Eventually she started sleeping with a guy she met at work who’d just moved to America from Brazil. My dad punched that guy in the face and nic-named him Bean-fart. My mom started college and enrolled me in pre-school. Before I was allowed to go to school, I had to be potty-trained. I remember my brother being there the first time I shat in the toilet. He taught me how to hold myself up without falling in. My teacher was a red head fatty named Kathy. My boyfriend was a class-mate’s older brother who didn’t know I existed named Ricky. He was Asian. Everyday that I went to pre-school, I got to ride the elevator which I called a crocodile. I drank maple syrup from the bottle. I’d get a slice of cheese before bed. I liked rubbing my blanky on my bare ass when I couldn’t sleep. And my mom and that Brazilian guy would get drunk a lot after they put us to sleep.
Almost every bruise or scab I got, my dad would document with pictures or video and send them to the police. He drove us to California once and my mom called the cops saying we’d been kidnapped. I got to ride all the way home in a cop car that weekend. Another time, my mom had us on a weekend we were supposed to be with my dad. She tried hiding us at my Nana’s but my dad found out. I was on the kitchen table while my nana was tying my shoes; my mom was with Nick and Brook in a bedroom. And then my dad came through the door and picked me up really fast. My grandpa tried to pull me back but my dad pushed him really hard. My dad asked where Nick and Brook were and when we went into that room, they were gone. I still don’t know where they disappeared. So my daddy took me home. Just me. And the next morning, the police came over with my mom.
Home Alone got jammed in my dad’s VCR so we would watch it over and over every time we stayed with him. I remember when he brought a dead bunny home and I watched him skin it over the sink. We made a home video where my brother got stuck in a dishwasher and I played the 911 operator. My very first acting gig.
When I was five, my mom married that Brazilian guy. We moved to a nicer house. My dad eventually did too. I started kindergarten and rode the bus with my brother. He would sometimes cry after we got off the bus because kids were really mean to him. We shared a bedroom and I’d often sleep in his bed because I was scared of us dying in a fire or being robbed. My boyfriend’s name was Daniel. We’d play with glow-in-the-dark legos in his closet. Both of our favorite movie was Alladin. We kissed one time and our teacher made us go in time out.
I'll probably continue on another sleepless night.
I've never realized how much Steven talks in his sleep during the night. It's actually a little bit creepy. He just started repeating the word sometimes over and over then lifted his head and poked at the little robot drawn on his wall. So I asked him "sometimes what?" And he told me that sometimes that robot peels off and sometimes he doesn't. And the robot is an asshole and he has sex with his parents...
Almost every bruise or scab I got, my dad would document with pictures or video and send them to the police. He drove us to California once and my mom called the cops saying we’d been kidnapped. I got to ride all the way home in a cop car that weekend. Another time, my mom had us on a weekend we were supposed to be with my dad. She tried hiding us at my Nana’s but my dad found out. I was on the kitchen table while my nana was tying my shoes; my mom was with Nick and Brook in a bedroom. And then my dad came through the door and picked me up really fast. My grandpa tried to pull me back but my dad pushed him really hard. My dad asked where Nick and Brook were and when we went into that room, they were gone. I still don’t know where they disappeared. So my daddy took me home. Just me. And the next morning, the police came over with my mom.
Home Alone got jammed in my dad’s VCR so we would watch it over and over every time we stayed with him. I remember when he brought a dead bunny home and I watched him skin it over the sink. We made a home video where my brother got stuck in a dishwasher and I played the 911 operator. My very first acting gig.
When I was five, my mom married that Brazilian guy. We moved to a nicer house. My dad eventually did too. I started kindergarten and rode the bus with my brother. He would sometimes cry after we got off the bus because kids were really mean to him. We shared a bedroom and I’d often sleep in his bed because I was scared of us dying in a fire or being robbed. My boyfriend’s name was Daniel. We’d play with glow-in-the-dark legos in his closet. Both of our favorite movie was Alladin. We kissed one time and our teacher made us go in time out.
I'll probably continue on another sleepless night.
I've never realized how much Steven talks in his sleep during the night. It's actually a little bit creepy. He just started repeating the word sometimes over and over then lifted his head and poked at the little robot drawn on his wall. So I asked him "sometimes what?" And he told me that sometimes that robot peels off and sometimes he doesn't. And the robot is an asshole and he has sex with his parents...