it doesn't matter what my sister does or what i do, my father supports us. he's a good dad. he's not always been there, but when he was, he made me feel special. it didn't matter if i hit a baseball a foot or twenty feet. he'd be there to tell me how much he loved me. when i was younger, i thought he was superman. he always brags about me, even if he has nothing to brag about. he is proud.
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Teen Fictionif you aren't careful, you might just let your emotions c o n s u m e you.
