My name is sawana. Im thirty years old and living in a diffrent place. When i was a child my mom cut me with à big knife if i didnt ate up the dinner, she did a little scar on my hand like a lessan for me to learn.
I was à other story with my dad, if i didnt came home at the right time he shot me somewhere on my boby. One day he did a headshot on me. Now i'm dead, this is à letter from heaven. This is send out to all the childern to have the same problem like me, keep going, nothing would be okey in the end but heaven is nice too. GOODBYE!

Story- Anna-Maja och My.