A Challenged Path: Memories of A Broken Past

By AF Morgan

A Challenged Path takes you into the life of a young girl who faced severe adversities her entire life. She was raised in a broken home with an abused mother and an alcoholic father.
"After the slaps, body punches, kicks, and body to wall collisions, silence took over. Before I knew it..."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: Apr 14, 2018

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A Challenged Path - Memories of a Broken Past

A.F. Morgan

Title: A Challenged Path - Memories of a Broken Past

Author: A.F. Morgan

Language: English

Publisher: A.F. Morgan

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Copyright © 2018 by A.F. Morgan

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A Challenged Path by A.F. Morgan, published by Alicia F. Morgan Houston, TX

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Dedication:

To all the women who have suffered domestic violence from childhood and survived. Become a vessel of strength and encouragement towards others.

Moments to Forget

The thump on my bedroom wall scared me out of my sleep. Unsure of my surroundings as I awoke from a nightmare into a terrifying reality called my life. My mom’s loud outburst from my dad’s latest drunken rage came through the house like a misdirected patriot missile. His booming, loud voice towered in heightened anger as he sways back and forth with his latest thirst quenching energy drink… Whiskey. "His clothes reeked of liquor as the cologne of a drunken soul, whose claim to shelter, a box, more recognizable as a chair, in the nearest corner where he passed out.

When I was younger I cried when he began shouting. Mom tried to shield my pain and hurt so that it would become hers. I cried myself to sleep many nights as a child. The night terrors, I experienced was of a demon, my father, that should have shown me, love. At an early age, I saw and learned of many things, I knew for sure I did not want as part of my life when I became an adult.

My mother settled for working from home, to avoid the whispers of onlookers with sadness and judgments of her latest art of bruises, compliments of my dad. Many days she was unable to get out of bed from the pain, that bypassed her soul and consumed her spirit. The dark cloud that shaded her smile, drained the youth from her skin. The darkness of her hair, now replaced with gray highlights of pre-mature aging, and the smile that once brought me joy was now filled with tears on more days than I choose to remember.

My time in elementary flew by with minimal good memories, significant sadness and a home life I wish never existed. I longed for the day I would smile, and excitement returned to my empty days of hope. My days seemed to be extended made up to 36 hours. Night to morning, an unbearable distance, while I sat awake listening to the silence of the darkness clouding my thoughts of a better tomorrow...

The Long Way Home

My home life was bad enough, but then there was the matter of other students who seek to gain joy by crushing my spirit. They went out of their way to make fun of my clothes not reflecting the latest fashion, personal