the life of ANTHONY AVALOS

Anthony Avalos started his life on May 4, 2008. The reason for his killing was unjustifieable and deserved a life of treatment behind bars that don’t help the needy in the head people that took his life with beatings that took the very reason we stay alive on Earth. The ten year old boy was a kind, and hot-headed boy who deserved to be treated with a different approach than most boys. He was special in a way that his parents could not provide to him, so he made due in the life he was handed. He was not able or strong-enough to fight off the parental guidance he was under, but he fought with his heart and his soul. A warrior. He was kind to those who were kind to him, but he was a punching bag of “man” that took his step-father’s beatings whom he called, as he no longer saw him as a father after his first beating. He knew that entire time he was not his blood, not his father, or a man. He was the mother’s second choice but third but second but first but second in case he got out of line, but would consistenly mulipitate him in the head as she spoke nonsense to his ear about ways she would love him. In line for being molested, she would in her mind believe one of her kids would be moelslted and put the name of Anthony Avalos in those quotes. She scared the allegations away, but having underage age sex with her boyfriend behind her father’s back and she made the Anthony Avalos. His real father lives in Minnesota and would like to part in any of the allegations or accusations thrown at him. The last name is Martinez. Anthony Avalos is the last name given, but his real last name was Martinez. He was given the last name Avalos to represent a flying dove, a flying angel, as to show off to the world what a flying dove of above could do on heavenly Earth. He was beaten, hit, slashed, burned, and punched in the kidney as he walked limped on limped. His body decided it was time to go. His soul said no more, and his face said please stop. His hand waved goodbye one last time to me before he died. Hand to the hip to maintain the pain at ease as he fought his father with his head on as he looked forwards life. He was loved as he was seen as light, he was loved by girls and hated by guys that were supposed to take of him. He was protected by the girls, and the women that looked up to him at school but home was a heaven’s gateway to hell. His mother was jealous of his sweetness, his kindness in school and wanted to be like him at the age that he was. Another young woman that failed her son. Her father brutally raped her, and caused her to have a seizure. A seizure that allowed her boyfriend to see her as an easy victim to abuse, use, and mistreat and use her children as backup to hide his bisexuality, a boy who needed to be with a women so no one would have to worry about his sexuality on the side and he could hide his attachment and attractive tendencies towards males he wanted to have sexual intercourse with. He took out his own homophobia towards the little boy we lost on another attack on light. We will miss you sweet, sweet boy. You were more men than your fake father was, ever will be, and will never be released from jail as long as I live. That’s a promise. You. You are a sweet benevolent, prince from above, I love you my sweet boy. You did right by god and in heaven you are. I love you so much. Sweet boy. Yes, that was your favorite word to hear and your mother hit you so hard you passed away and came back alive but you chose to leave the Earth because it was too hard. I undersrtsand, but I don’t because I’m still alive. Doing God’s work. Sweet boy. Because you were always the sweet boy. You always wanted to hear something nice to know you were not ugly inside. You’re not ugly, You’re sweet. A word that can cause your heart to break into light. Yes, we are alone in this world. It’s sad, isn't it. We live and we learn was your favorite teachers favorite phrase to say. She loved you a lot and she’s still alive but she kills herself eveyrtime she thinks of you so I must go. Sweet is your word. Sweet. Sweet. Sweet. Your mother’s going to die in hell. I’m sorry. Your father made you live hell on Earth, he was the devil to your world and I can see how he fear-mongered you into being so small you could no longer fit in this world. Sorry, for failing you my sweet boy.

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