Okay, hopefully you wont judge me in a bad way for my family.. it's a really confusing and a bit sad story in my life and I dont like talking about it much with people.. but I will anyways. Hmm, where to start?
Okay, it pretty much starting when I was born I have 6 siblings, and my mom had 3 miscarriages(Yes, im the youngest of all of them, she was pregnant 10 times). My mom feed me soda when I was little and at the age of 4 I had to get my teeth pulled. They didnt come back in until I was 9 and I wasnt out of speech until the end of 8th grade. Which I still cant always speak correctly all the time. At 5 years old, I had to go through social services and end up living with my sister and brother in law because my dad was a perv and touched my sisters (not me). And when I say my dad, I mean my dad. My siblings have a different dad, but our dads are brothers... weird I know. When I came to live with my sister and brother in law, I also gain another 3 sister... of course they technically my nieces who are older than me. Now that you know all that I'll say some stuff about some of them.
My dad: I dont know much about him. I know that I hate him because he touched my sisters but I think I hate him more because he made me get took from my mom also(she couldnt take care of me herself because she wasnt physically able to.) And the only other thing I know is that I got my brown eyes from him.. and that his name is George and he is pretty much dead to me. He is also about 70 years old.
My mom: First of all, she passed away during april 2014.. and yes I miss her very much. And you probably thing, why miss her when you didnt know her? She wrote to me a lot!!! Which since I was 5 she probably wrote me more than 2 thousand letters.. she had blue eyes and brown hair. Which I got most of my looks from her besides my eyes. Her name was Susan. She is 59 years old.
My guardian Jen: She took care of me for 11 years, and she is loving.. to be truthful, I dont like living here because I feel neglected here. She's an good cook but serves too much fir one person.
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My niece/sister abbie: This is my favorite person in my whole house hold! She always been here for me and same as I been for her.. probably helped that she only a month and week older than me. The only thing that bugs me is that she can usually see if something wrong with me. And I have to say im fine even if im not. But she's the only one who can see that, no one else see that with me..
So this isnt all of my family but I only talk to half of my family.
