So as I was growing up I was in a mixture of relationships and friendships on two different sides of the family's. I only had one person that I could actually depend on that i truly trusted and he was def he couldn't hear but to me when I wrote to him and we communicated it just meant the world to me. Growing up my real mother she would tell me that when she had to leave and go to work she wouldn't drop me off with my step parents she would always drop me off at my grandfathers house and he held me in his arms and would rock me and I'd be the sweet little angel that I was supposed to be but when I wasn't with him I was a screamer and a crier all the time. I gave my whole family my step parents and my real parents hell and that's what my grandfather love most about me.
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Morgan's Life
Non-FictionThis story is a story about my life and how screwed up it is.