Back to my birth.
As I said I was born on 28th november.
Right in the midst of chaos.
I haven't mentioned this yet, my parents moved together, when my mom was pregnant.
But what about my moms family?
what do they think about my dad?
Well, they didn't really liked him, they never accepted him, him with my mom and maybe they didn't accept me too..
I mean, I was the child of someone they didn't wanted in this family.
And my dads family?
I actually don't really know but I think they were kind of disappointed in him. But his dad, my grandpa, he never left him. The other family members didn't too, but especially my grandpa.
My parents had a complicated relationship.
And soon I was 1 year old.
And 2..
And my dad he wasn't really there, he was still an addict.
For my birthday we always went to my grandma,
the mother of my mom.
We really spent a lot of time there.
But I can't remember my dad there when I was younger, not even once.
I also didn't went to a kindergarten.
I went to a nanny, where I met my best friend when I was younger. We really did a lot together,
I think he was my first real friend.
I can't even remember his name, but I remember
how we jumped into a pool, how we went on an
indoor swing and how we both hated the same food and refused to eat it.
Well and then I turned 3..
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RandomWhen you walk around and you see a lot of people, how could they all have their own life? What did they go through? Maybe this are your thoughts. This story is exactly about that. What did I go through. Trigger warnings: drugs, childhood trau...
