Part 1- the past.

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It's always been hard. Life itself is a struggle enough. My brother broke his legs when he
Was a baby. He kept crying and crying. He just wouldn't stop. My mom and dad took
Him to the hospital. And when the doctors asked "What happened?."
She replied with an: "idk."
We were taken away to live with our aunt, as a foster parent. Yet, she treated us well, my mom cried every night in the shadows. Waiting for us to come home one day. Finally, that day came. She was happy. (And My brother and I are a year apart.)
We lived there for a year, and when we came back, she was so excited.
A year later, my little sister was born.... 3 kids in the time of 4 years. She had
Lots of responsibility.

(HI. This story is based on my life so far and there's lots more to come)

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