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9781456754051

A Little Girl Called Squeaks: A Story of Hope

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  • ISBN13:

    9781456754051

  • ISBN10:

    145675405X

  • Format: Paperback
  • Copyright: 2011-05-16
  • Publisher: Author Solutions
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Summary

"A Little Girl Named Squeaks," is a must-read for anyone who has struggled with addiction, abuse, or feelings of worthlessness, or for anyone who wants insight into the feelings and challenges of those who struggle so. It takes place in the downtown eastside of Vancouver, BC. And it is a reminder to all of us that life stories like this should never be for children.

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Excerpts

"Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top. When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And down will come baby, cradle and all." When my bough broke, I had no one to catch me because my mother was a drug addicted alcoholic.I was born in November of 1961. The first home I ever lived in was a place in Vancouver where the nuns looked after children whose mothers didn't know if they wanted to keep them or adopt them out. It took two months for my mother to decide, but in the end, I went home with her. Was it for the best? I'll let you decide.According to the hospital records I saw as an adult, Social Services monitored us regularly. One of my earliest memories is when I was around four or five years old crying, "Mommy, I have an earache," or scratching myself until I bled from what I learned later on was a yeast infection."Quit your damned complaining," Mom hollered as her hand hit the back of my head.My memories from those early years are like broken flashes, or maybe like little pieces of a nightmare you can't fully remember. They come back to me when I smell something, or hear a certain song. A lot of the music I heard back then I can't even listen to now without some sad memory attached to it.

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