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A Child Called It One Child's Courage To Survive [Hardcover]

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  • Category: Books (Biography & Autobiography)
  • Author:  Dave Pelzer
  • Author:  Dave Pelzer
  • ISBN-10:  0757319106
  • ISBN-10:  0757319106
  • ISBN-13:  9780757319105
  • ISBN-13:  9780757319105
  • Publisher:  Hci
  • Publisher:  Hci
  • Pages:  200
  • Pages:  200
  • Binding:  Hardcover
  • Binding:  Hardcover
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2015
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2015
  • SKU:  0757319106-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  0757319106-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 100149613
  • List Price: $35.95
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This book chronicles the unforgettable account of one of the most severe child abuse cases in California history. It is the story of Dave Pelzer, who was brutally beaten and starved by his emotionally unstable, alcoholic mother: a mother who played tortuous, unpredictable games--games that left him nearly dead. He had to learn how to play his mother's games in order to survive because she no longer considered him a son, but a slave; and no longer a boy, but an "it."

Dave's bed was an old army cot in the basement, and his clothes were torn and raunchy. When his mother allowed him the luxury of food, it was nothing more than spoiled scraps that even the dogs refused to eat. The outside world knew nothing of his living nightmare. He had nothing or no one to turn to, but his dreams kept him alive--dreams of someone taking care of him, loving him and calling him their son.

Excerpt from Chapter 6

While Father Is Away

After the knife incident, Father spent less and less time at home and more at work. He made excuses to the family, but I didn't believe him. I often shivered with fear as I sat in the garage, hoping for some reason he might not leave. In spite of all that had happened, I still felt Father was my protector. When he was home, Mother only did about half the things to me that she did when he was gone.

When Father was home, it became his habit to help me with the evening dishes. Father washed and I dried. While we worked, we talked softly so neither Mother nor the other boys could hear us. Sometimes, several minutes would pass without us talking. We wanted to make sure the coast was clear.

Father always broke the ice. "How ya doing, Tiger?" he would say.Hearing the old name that Father used when I was a little boy always brought a smile to my face. "I'm OK," I wl³!

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