From Victim to Victor - How I Turned My Brother into My Loyal Protector

I stared at my baby brother Lucas, who was just learning to speak. I knew that not far away, there were child traffickers waiting for their chance.

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Hearing the piercing cry of a child, I felt disoriented.

"You deaf girl! Take your brother out to play!" my mom Karen yelled.

My lips trembled as I pinched myself hard. The pain made me shudder.

Mom impatiently pushed me, her familiar curses filling the air. "I really gave birth to a useless girl. Always pretending to be dead when there's work to do."