I’m not really sure where to begin, so I guess I will start where my life felt like it ended. When I was 5 years old, my father left a loaded gun out. My 4 year old brother and I were left home alone. We were playing, I pointed the gun at him, and shot him in the forehead and killed him. My parents wouldn’t allow me to talk about him or what happened, so I kept it all inside until I was 21. Even then when I would bring it up, telling my Mom that I needed to talk to my Dad about it, her reply was “its a sore subject”. Before my Dad died he looked at me and said “you blew my sons f-ing face off”. I have never felt so much pain, it hurt me to my soul. I haven’t talked to my Mom in 12 years, I also have 2 sisters that wouldn’t know if I died unless someone told them. Why I was dealt this life, I don’t understand. I have always been overly loving to everyone, but have been forgotten. I have type 2 diabetes which has caused 2 cataract surgeries and neuropathy in both legs and feet. I live on a fixed income of $970 a month. Wish I could afford to have some kind of fun before its all over. If theres any way you can help, my heart would dearly appreciate it. Thank you for your time & God bless you. paypal.me/noniebuttons