Story of my life

things happen for a reason

Theres something always good out of everything. And it is that i would stay with my grandma while my mom worked. And a miracle. My mom met a guy who would go to that restaurant every weekend (yes my mom is from mexico) and talk to her . they got along after a while . he managed to get her number . then they went out . and i was happy . i finally had some one who i could count on apart from my mom. And someone for people to stop and stfu . because i used to be bothered.  And not by school partners. By my aunt .she would say something such as this one time i was playing with my cousin (i was small) and i did her hair . i had hair clips and bows. So i put some on her. She wanted to keep them and i said to give them back.my aunt came and told my cousin to give them back.  Nice .not really she said "give them back . u have a dad who can buy them " . i was little but if it was now. I would have tell her i do just he doesn't live with me. But i just cried. How can ur own blood be so rude and mean.