hey this is a narrative speech i would like advise on it just keep in mind that i have to share this in front of a class of 25 people and this is a little revised from the first one

My name is Cassandra miller. I am 15 years old, the second youngest of 8 kids between my mom and dad. All of my older siblings are old enough to have moved out or have never lived with me. I have one sibling that I have never even met. Her name is Trish and she is 17. I am now in contact with her. And when she turns 18 she has plans to come to Iowa to meet my mom, little brother and I.

I was born in Illinois, and moved to Iowa when I was six years old. I don’t remember much from Illinois, but I do remember that I lived in a small 2 bedroom apartment, with my mom and dad in one room and six kids from the age of 8 to the age of 2 years old in the other. When I moved, those six kids turned into three. So for the first year of me living in Iowa it was just me, my mom and dad, and two brothers. Then, after that first year my dad’s brother and my grandma moved in. 

Shortly after my dad’s brother moved in things started to happen. And these things kept happening every day for about three years. Until he moved to his own house just a few blocks away from where I lived. He had me and my little brother come to his house every weekend, and when I went over to his house he kept doing what he was doing. He lived in his house for 2 years then he lost his job and had to move back in with us. He lived with us for another 2 years and he was still abusing me. In march 2020 he moved to Nebraska and my mom told me that he wasn’t coming back. Nobody knew what he was doing until october 2020. That’s when I felt safe enough to finally tell someone. I knew my parents had suspicions that things were happening for the last year or so. But when they asked about it, I denied everything. I shouldn’t have. Should have told them what he was doing. But I didn’t. I didn’t because he told me that if I did he would kill me and the rest of my family. And now that he is gone and never coming back I can tell my story.  

When I first told my family my grandma didn’t believe me because it was her son. I told her that it was her fault that he did what he did to me. But now i 100% regret what i said to her because even though she raised a purely evil person, she also raised one of the best people in my life; my dad. My dad took me in when my biological father didn’t want me, he held me up when I was falling down, and he made sure that I didn’t go without. 

There was one time when my family went to Wisconsin Dells for vacation one year, and we went to an arcade. I saw the grand prize, a massive stuffed monkey. I asked my dad if he could get it for me and he played every single game, putting hundreds of dollars into each one, just to get me that monkey. He also made sure that my brothers and sister each got a prize just as big to them. 

Even though I had a lot of fun with my family there were still times where I felt there was no hope. Ever since the most evil person (my dads brother) has left my life, i have had six failed suicide attempts. Four of them i was hospitalized. But now I am not going to let such bad people hurt me any more. I know that I am not too physically strong, but to me that doesn’t matter. From now on what people say and do will have no effect on me. I have found that nobody can hurt me the way my dad’s brother did. 

This is my story. Thank you for letting me share with you. If you or someone you know is being abused please call 911. Help is always available.