Wilted Flowers by Sienna Grant

Your childhood should be the best years of your life, or at least that’s what people say.
Mine weren’t.
There were so many occasions when I wished things were different. A different father. A better life. Someone to love my mother the way she deserved. To be nurtured by a father the way other kids were.
But again, it wasn’t for us, and some have to learn the hard way. My mom was the light of my life. A bright flower in such a dark world. Unfortunately, her petals wilted along with her will to fight.
But while I tried to survive, I found a new kind of family, a family of brothers guided by sin.
It was my time now.