I want the first copy of my book to go to my father. I don’t know if he will read it. I think he’s afraid of what’s going in it, that’s why he’s been threatening me. He needs to read it because it’s what I’ve been trying to get out since I was little. Every time I tried to talk, he would start hollering and cussing and saying I was just like my mother. If he reads it, maybe, there may be a slight possibility that he will see things differently and try to change.
I don’t know why, but I still have hope.