A Child Called "it"
one child's courage to survive
Fight for food
While father is away
The Lord's prayer
Foster home care
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This book is about a boy who had it all a loving family,a home to go home to,food on the table ,and much more.....Until his mother gets and drinks. He has got brutally beaten by his mother (She stabed him, made him put his hands on the stove ,made him eat him baby brothers waste, and much more.) But an the end he no longer has to live like that.
This book is about a boy who once lived in a loving enviroment untill his mom got sick and drank. He started to suffer. He never took showers, sometimes gets to eat his brothers left overs if he completed his chores in the time he was given, he face harsh punishments like being locked in a bathroom with harsh chemicals. Even through all the hard things Dave was able to act tough and get through it every morning. He never tells anyone and he still loves his mother very much even through every thing she has done to him.
based on how this book sounded it reminded me of the movie the color purple. there was so much abuse that this little boy went through. not to mention how bad his childhood was I don think I could ever have a mother who smokes all day and doesn't feed her children it seems so unethical. and to top it all off she makes him wear the same clothes for the past 2 years and takes abuse to the highest but the way how the author described what the child life was like can leave you in a state of confusion
[This book] is [an] account of one of the most severe child abuse cases in California history. It is the story of Dave Pelzer, who was brutally beaten and starved by his emotionally unstable, alcoholic mother: a mother who played torturous, unpredictable games - games that left him nearly dead. He had
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"Children are not our property, and they are not ours to control any more that we were our parents' property or theirs to control."
“I was abused my family was the "brady bunch”
As I stand facing the beauty of the never-ending Pacific Ocean, a late afternoon breeze blows down from the hills behind. As always, it is a beautiful day. The sun is making its final descent. The magic is about to begin. The skies are ready to burn with brilliance, as it turns from a soft blue to a bright orange. Looking towards the West, I stare in awe at the hypnotic power of the waves. A giant curl begins to take form, then breaks with a thundering clap as it crashes on the shore.”
“I told myself no matter what she did i would not let the b**** take me down”
“Even in its darkest passages, the heart is unconquerable. It is important that the body survives, but it is more meaningful that the human spirit prevails.”
“It is important for people to know that no matter what lies in theri past, they can overcome the dark side and press on the a brighter world.”
“At night I no longer dreamed, nor did I let my imagination work during the day. The once vibrant escapes of watching myself fly through the clouds in bright blue costumes, were now a thing of the past. When I fell asleep, my soul became consumed in a black void. I no longer awoke in the mornings refreshed; I was tired and told myself that I had one day less to live in this world. I shuffled through my chores, dreading every moment of every day. With no dreams, I found that words like hope and faith were only letters, randomly put together into something meaningless - words only for fairy tales. ”
“Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside. My stomach coiled whenever I smelled food that was about to be served to somebody else, knowing it wasn't for me.”
“One could come from less than humble beginnings, to become a winner from within.”
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