chapter 4

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I could remember while I was in three grade at primary school I was back and fourth at the guidance councillor's office.
My mom didn't know what to do.
One day she got so upset and hit me I cried and cried I yelled "I want uncle tom come back please don't leave me." That's when see realized I was having a mental breakdown.
So she brought me to to see a councillor.
My uncle was my motivator. He was the one that made me believe that I could move mountains. He thought me word for word I'm am a promise.
Whenever I heard that I would always cry. The councillor spoke to me and gave her tips on what to do.

It was just a horrible experience loosing him.

I often felt cursed.

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