Life Of A Burton Pt1

My life has been.....hell. So many pages I could make, so many tales I could say, but this one is simple, my life. Simple facts come first, of course. I am Olivia Burton, daughter to John and Darlene Burton, her maiden name Kukulia ( Polish, Russian Salkvain name I suppose). We aint broke, but we aint rich either. I have an obsession with Pokemon cards and games, yet I am probably boring you, so one simple fact makes my story interesting, my Ma was an alcoholic. War, depression, death, the whole nine yards, and a messed up childhood too. My first story, my first memory, is what I name now.1

I was little, sevenish. I remember we used to make one stop everyday before school when my Ma drove me, the drug store. I was innocent so I didn't care much when my Ma came out with a brown bag with the demon Pino Grito. Never late i was, so I never cared.2

My Da didn't know, I never told him, I was to young to be snooty and curious as I am today.3

Then, two years later my Ma one night screamed at me to go t' bed. I yelled back I had twenty mintues, she said she didn't give a shit. Then, she came after me, I screamed and ran to my room ,slamming my door. My Da was sleepin', so he didn't know. My two sisters came in my room ( teenagers then, 16 and 17) and explained what my Ma did. I cried all most of the night, not understandin' why it changed her. Yet I was not my Ma's victim, Jessica, the middle child was.4