The Sister's Tale

What are you looking at? You think that you can judge me? You cannot even imagine the pain I have endured. You are living the perfect life. During your teenage years, you were probably having the time of your life at your prom. At sixteen, my mom was selling my body for meth. The American Dream does not exist for me. My parents are dead. My husband beats me. The only two things I have keeping me sane are my pen and paper. Will you hear me? Or will you judge me?