Feelings About Family

Feelings About Family

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My family is usually very nice to me. Sometimes my older sister will bully me but I just feel okay even if she slaps me, pulls me, im like sorta ok with it . But still, I get bruises, scars redness and so . There was a time I was back home from ballet and my sister just hit me. I was like in my head '' what is wrong with her? '' then it went on until my mum came home. I was all red and bruised from scratching and crying. My mom lectured her but she still dared to bully me all my life. Im now 9 and she has been bullying me since I was 6 . I really want her to stop doing this to me. I was still okay but I was just a little bit scared. I usually tried my best to not fight back but sometimes I really could not hold it in anymore. My birthday is coming up soon and my wish is to...... make my sister stop doing this to me and I will live a long and peaceful life like when I was like a baby. Im thankful of my family for having my sister and me.
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