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Cares for me alot

Cares for me alot

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WpMetadataReadTerminé lun., nov. 3, 2014<5 mins
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Chapter one :My parents is the one. When i was born my parents is the one who accepts me with all there heart and soul.With my older brother we saw what love our parents showed us.Through the years they let us study in a private school without asking the help of others or even our relatives.The day comes and i know that there salary is only a drop of a bucket they keep on working and working for us. If we talk about disciplining us they are so protective.When sometimes if we are talking about traveling in our own they are the first one to say no you need to stay with us there are so many strangers outside i do not want to lost my babies and in that we just laugh to our parents.In this kind of talk we can appretiate how our parents love us
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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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