The reason I needed Nisa Homes.

The reason I needed Nisa Homes.

The following is based on a true story. The author wanted it to be shared anonymously: 

I grew up in a home where black and blue bruises on my body was a norm. My father’s violent fists rained down on my mother and I every time he was in a bad mood, which was often. Most of my friends looked forward to being home on weekends, sleeping in and spending time with their families. Not me; I dreaded going home. The minute I entered it would feel like a battlefield. Home for me was never safe - it was toxic, it was painful, it was fear.

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