christmas

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That year I spent christmas worm my best friend and her family. They had always welcomed me, to me they were another set of parents one that I knew would always be there. It was the best and worst christmas I'd had in years. Good in the way that I had people that cared and wanted me there. Bad because my mom didn't care enough to want me there and my I couldn't even call my sister to say merry christmas.

We had a great christmas. that day I was happy. They treated me like their daughter I felt wanted, I haven't had many of those moments. As said earlier my parents couldn't give a rats arse what happened to me. At least not at that moment.

For a week I was with tatis family little did I know that in less than a week I wouldn't see them in person for another two years.

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