Being born was easy, growing up was torture.

They say nothing comes free in life but I believe Love does, I grew up in a small town in Mexico, lived in a very small house with 3 siblings my "sperm donor" and my mother. We didn't have any fancy things, life was simple my job was to be a child, enjoyed my innocense while it lasted :)
  I had many friends we played from sunrise till  night came, our imagination expanded beyond  the horizon. Happiness was found more and more outside my house, because sadness and confussion overcrowed the walls of my little mind, we had magical springs full of life all around us, our summers were hot with great thunderstorms that i loved to witness, the rain calmed me like anything ive ever experienced, we had beautiful  rivers thatflowed wide 3 minutes walking distance from my porch, I recall my mother calling my name every afternoon, it was time to in.
My mother was consumed in an abusive marriage and her prayers were never ending. the guy (sperm donor) was hardly around but when he was it seemed like our lives became frozen in fear he was a lost, mean, cruel, cold hearted, evil man. 
I didn't understan many things but I knew true pain at such a young age, I knew that if I heard screams, noises and cries I should just hide and close my eyes.
I recall few things of his anger towards me but still it was uncalled for, undeserved and wrong.
One afternoon I got the beating of my life, he hit me with such strenght that I could hear my bones cracking, that leather belt left holes in my back that came from his belt buckle, I guess he was holding it the wrong way, who knows! But why did I get hit so hard I thoight, what did I do wrong? Can I fix it? Can I change? Sadly I realized that all I did was take a bite of my sister's food. 
My mom came to the rescue when she heard my screams but she knew what would happen next she didn't care tho so she went on to get him off  of me then all hell broke loose, I just layed on the floor watching her being dragged everywhere and begging for mercy, he just kept going with little emotion once he was tired he just dropped her to the floor and like the coward bastard he was he would leave. 
Many times we wonder will our lives be this way forever? When would God come and help us? 

One memory I have of him, that I guess you could call good, on a cold winter night he sat by the fire and as he drank his pitch black coffee I heard "Verito come here, I love you so much" and so I walked towards  him stiff with anger, I picked me up sat me on his lap and started to add peanuts into his coffee, he talked and fed me peanuts with coffee  for a long while, it seemed like forever to me, I was happy for once maybe I just needed his love so bad that I lost myself staring into that dark mug of coffee for even just one minute, ever since then many things happen, many beatings took place, many tears were shed and many hopes and dreams were crushed.

Growing up was easy, realizing that I wasn't loved nor wanted by my Father was torture.

My Beginning.

My name is Martha Veronica Galaz Hernandez, was born in Nacozari de Sonora, Mexico.

Welcome to the beginning of my life, I'm positive I will enjoy sharing memories, events, or anything that has to do with who I am, come from, how I got here and where I'm going with this awesome life of mine♥