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Some of these events happened at once, some of them happened every day for a long period and there are the events that happened throughout the 9 years. I will try my best to give as much detail as humanly possible, or as long as I can handle this by myself.

To give more context of the surroundings, where I grew up. We lived in a medium-sized house, 3 bedrooms, and two bathrooms in which only 1 worked. The walls were always dirty, and peeling off, bad odor everywhere from the spoiled food and rat feces, the overflowing stench from the dirty cushions creating a cockroach nest. The floor was the cleanest part of the house, where we had to eat, where we sat and sometimes slept, my best friend back then, my comfort place, that cold floor was the only safe space we had. Every surface was covered in unknown substances, could be rat feces, dust, or old spilled juice of coffee, who knew, but that was the least of her concerns, in which she had to learn to survive each day. Our beds were without bed sheets and covered in tiny insects that would bite you in your sleep. Besides you sleeping in two conjoined twin beds where your other 3 sisters and on the floor was your brother, all looked so peaceful until you noticed in the door, cracked open, an evil man looking straight at you, was he real? She asked herself shortly after she learned that indeed he was that evil man and very much real. There were holes in the cabinets, and mold in every corner you looked. 3 rooms in which 2 of them they used, the third one was used only when we got those visits, the court visits, the visits from el departamento de la familia, and other visits cleaning it and converting it to this normal boy room for our brother and his court visits. But the rest of the time it was just madness, trash everywhere, the room hidden in clothes, stashed, mountains of everybodies clothing mixed with a rat farm, roaches crawling everywhere, the door bashed with a hole in the door thanks to the evil man. The bathroom, a room full of terror and blood, where she used to lay on the floor for hours, besides that door full of a cockroach nest, where the girl used to rest her body full of open wounds, where her body ached. Blood dripped from her legs, arms and belly. Where the evil man used to watch her shower every single day recording her, witnessing that vulnerable place. So she laid there hopping next it's a vein she opened.