Some Iranians.

I was 13 when my father brought me to U.S and gave me up for adoption. Will, I guess I can say yes he did and he didn't. Let me go back and start on how all this  story took place. 

I was born in a defiantly very dysfunctional family where my mother who still lives with the old belief thinks her marriage was a curse and even before my older brother birth who is  the first child the marriage was starting to falling apart. Even before my birth when my mother  

had request divorce through from her parents due to too much of pride of being well-known and well respect family in the city of shiraz her request was reject. As the abusive marriage  was taking it course with my father verbally, physically and with out a doubt sexually abusing my mother that I’m sure my birth and my other two siblings was not my mother desire but were through rape I was born as a second child.

As my father the evil monster in our family playing his mind games through his controlling abusive behavior playing his mind games after my mothers father death whom my mother was very close to the abuse from my father became more intense to where my mother was becoming like my father.

At the age seven I was diagnosed with epilepsy. I remember my mother used to tell me when I was two years old I had a high fever from drinking bad milk and that’s where the seizures started. Will, I think that’s bunch of crap and lie and there’s more into it. 

I do remember when I seven while I was a pedestrian crossing the street I got hit by a motor cycle rider who was obviously was not paying attention to where he was going. All I can remember I went into air and when I came out of it that only god knows how long it took the rider of the motor cycle gave me a ride back home.