I want to tell you a story of a girl. No, she didn't enforce world peace or found the cure for cancer. She is ordinary. Though she might not seem like it on the outside, she has suffered some hard times. A past that haunts her every night in her nightmares, and no matter if she hates someone with every fiber of her being, she wished that no one would have to go through what she did.

This story is a story about love, forgiveness, and change. I hope this story can inspire you to want to change something in your life. I hope sharing this story will make a difference in someone's life, no matter how big or how small.

My name is Chelsea Mae Phillips, and this is my life story.

It started in the September of 1998, the 27th to be exact. Late night, family tired from exhaustion and worry, sat in the waiting room of Mt. Airy Mercy Hospital in Cincinnati, Ohio. They waited anxiously for the new arrival to their family. Everyone except the baby-to-be's father. He was long gone; off somewhere to charm another woman and leave her high and dry when he gets tired, tossing her away like an unwanted toy.

A nurse appeared into the small room with a gentle smile on her face, and gestured the family to come near. The family shot up instantly, all trying to cram though the door at once, wanting to see the new baby girl. Little did they know, the little human lying in a crib, blue eyes closed to the world, brown hair slicked back, was going to have to grow up way too fast.

Age 3

The little girl named Chelsea, cried as her mother brought her to the new woman's house. Tears poured from her blue-green eyes and she clung to her mother's leg; begging her not to leave.

"Please Mommy!" She sobbed, "I don't wanna stay here!"

"Baby," The bigger woman comforted her child as she took her in her arms and smoother back the child's long light brown hair, "I have to go. But I'll be back, I promise."

The woman, now identified as Jenifer, pulled the sobbing child away from her mother and smiled a convincing smile.

"She'll be okay," She said calmly, "Just go ahead and go. She's just tired."

Chelsea's mother kissed her forehead and muttered a goodbye to her and walked out of the door. Chelsea stood at the glass door sobbing for her mother as she got into her car and drove away. The little tot stood there crying for about 20 minutes before the master of disguise, otherwise known as Jenifer the Babysitter, snatched the child up from her place at the door.

"Shut up you stupid cry baby!" She screamed as she threw the small child on the couch harshly, who cried harder, "God, shut up!"

Jenifer shook the child as she lied on the couch, until she got tired and the little girl's sobs were reduced to just hiccups, Jenifer threw a black and white checkered blanket over the child's trembling form, and proceeded with her nap on the couch.

Little did the little girl know, this was just the beginning.