The Bad Kid Years

I never saw my father or mother growing up. My grandparents raised me from childhood. Everyone in class looked down on me, saying I was a wild child, a bastard with no parents. I could only swallow my anger. Since I was undernourished as a child, my physical abilities also fell behind. So I was beaten and bullied every day. Then one day, a benefactor came to my aid, changing the course of my life.