Hello, my name is Veronica

To this day, I am haunted by the memories of my mother.

This is her...

For the village, she was a saint, but for me, she was a demon.

Every day we had to go to church.

But as soon as we got home, the humiliation started again...

My home felt like a prison to me.

It’s hallways bring back all the bad memories I had in this family.

This cross does not depict Jesus for me, but symbolizes my relationship with my mother.

I don't think my family was ever really a happy family.

I could never make her happy.
I was just a disappointment to her, which is why she punished me for everything...

Countless times she locked me in the cellar, just because she could.

But the worst part is,
I know my mother never loved me.