A Child Called "It" (Dave Pelzer, #1)

by Dave Pelzer

Once, when I was four or five years old, Mom said she was sick, and I remember feeling that she did not seem to be herself at all.

Mother then ordered me to climb up onto the stove and lie on the flames so she could watch me burn.

I was so happy to just get through this book . Horrible !

friend; Just someone to be your pal. But now I know that I can help; I can make a difference, too. I’ll stand with you; I’ll shout with you, And the rest can’t say, “I never knew.”