I grew up not knowing what love is. At the daycare centre where I was raised, I was often berated and punished. Once, I was even made to eat my own vomit. Things weren’t any better at home. It was either shouting and beatings, or silent wars with slamming doors. As a result, I fell … Continue reading Are you in a trial … or a testimony in the making?
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