Our families shouldn't determine how we are viewed as by outsiders. For I have a messed up family. Father not here and mother too busy with the step-dad. Last November my Brother went to go stay with my dad for a year. Luckily for me he decided to cut his trip short and return on my birthday. He said he missed Christmas, he missed his birthday but he refused to miss my 15th Birthday and it was amazing. My brother's not just my brother but also like a father to me, the father I never really got. The memories I have of my father aren't ones I'd like to have. Most my childhood was filled with memories of both my parents arguing back and forth untill the day my mum met my step-dad which I'm hapy for her but I hate the fact that my real parents aren't together. Ask me who my family is? Go on, I dare you, My family isn't my dad or my mum. It's Charlie and Harry and all the other lads. Especially Harry, he was actually my first mate ever and was there for me when I had nothing. He's the one who I've gone threw the worst of times and the best so im eternily greatful to him and the boys. When I was a kid, I never really knew the meaning of family but now I know and cheasy as it sounds. It's those five idiots and those five idiots are all I need.
Have a wonderful Christmas to those celebrating and although this isn't a confession since it's Christmas each one of us will upload something about family or christmas or something were greatful for etc...
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