I was born in the United States on July 9th, 2000 and was was sent to Korea for 2 years. I stayed with my grandmother, but can't remember who she was or what she looked like since I was so young. I eventually came back to the United States and was introduced to another crazy, Michael, my younger brother. Mom always wanted to worship that idiot. He was treated like the king of the house because he was the first male born in the family. I always wondered why. When Jason was born the next year, he wasn't treated like how Michael was. It's that stupid Asian culture to respect the first male born, or so I finally understood when my friend told me this year. Don't get me wrong though, I'm happy he;s my younger sibling and I'm always there for him. But no, he doesn't understand how grateful of a sister I am who deals with his selfishness. He hates me. He pushes me and pulls my hair. I guess he hated my mom too, he kept on kicking her until she got bruises on her leg when he was young.
So far, so good. I really like getting my life of my chest as putting them in words. It's somewhat like a diary. In fact, to this day, I still don't understand why he hates me, we never get along.
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My Life In Words
Não FicçãoWritten By: Angela Edited By: Cindy *True Story* My life is a crazy joke, my mother is crazy, my father is crazy, my brothers are crazy, and I'm crazy. To start off, my father was an abusive person. My bothers and I had to go through adoption which...
