It's just the five of us.

It's just the five of us.

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My mum, dad, and sister and I we're as happy as could be. Little I had known that when my brother Daniel was born it would change my father and make my mother disappear for good. I'm now 15 and I'm here to share my story with people. As soon as possible I'm going to be as proud and as loud as can be. Life has been told to be a piece of cake but in reality, the cake known as life gets destroyed as you discover torturing things about your family. Do you know what it's like to think your in love at a young age but it crumbles under feet before you realise, do you know what it's like to pick between the ones you love. Maybe not yet but I sure did. My life got more and more complicated and the more and more family I had surrounding and sharing their love and passions with me.
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I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened. She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him. We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it. Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were. The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.

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