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While talking to her I realized that this experience has hurt me so much and I was putting self-stress on myself. I thrive to be successful in my life and make my parents proud, I’m their first child. I also realized that I let this man get so into my head that it is controlling my life. I felt like talking to him would be the end to it all.

On our way down while my mom was sleeping she got a call, the call was from my Aunt Angel. She left a voicemail since my mother didn’t answer her phone. On the voicemail, my Aunt stated that child services were coming to pick up Raiden at one o’clock and wanted to know if we would take Raiden. My mother wanted to help her out and take Raiden but, my dad didn’t. My mom finally convinced my dad to say yes about getting Raiden, but they didn’t want Angel to know. My mom picked up her iPhone and called my brother, Tanner, and had him go pick up Raiden after child services took him. After my mom had Tanner pick up Raiden, she had him watch Raiden for a little bit. Tanner took Raiden to his work and sit

And if all of this confuses you, let me just narrow this all down to the basics. He is the reason why my brother was a drug dealer; he is the reason why my mother got sick; he is the reason why my sister died; he is the reason why my brother is dying; He is the person to blame for my committing suicide.

I couldn’t seem to locate the big picture. The thing I felt was important was my friends, school, and most significant my home. Presently, realizing my lack of compassion, I come to the understanding my mom made this decision to better our lives. I couldn’t come to this understanding until after the move because of the occurring despair I felt before the move. In the stages of this hopelessness, I began to lash out on my mother because of this betrayal I felt she was committing to move away from the place I had my childhood and beginning of adolescence. This was an action of the negative presence or “bug” I have developed in my mind, which in every moment I carried out, I later remorse. In spite of this I knew the way I presented myself was not only new to my mom but it was also new to me, the “new” me was unfavorable. I thought the best way to retaliate to the move was to show my mother I was unhappy and maybe she just might change her mind about her decision. The more we packed to leave; I knew my theory was just a theory itself. After a couple of days I noticed my mother was pretty broken about the move also, I wasn’t making it any better with my attitude, I could see the selfish ways I was told to be

The following content is not a love story about how I found my twin brother, and how we bonded. This is the story of when I looked for something I did not want to find, someone so dark, filled with hate, and determination to ruin my life. Some secrets are best kept hidden; One always think that the truth will always protect us, however, sometimes knowing the truth can kill us, and perhaps this is the reason why my parents did not want me to know. My parents always told me they loved me, so, I had no clue why they did not want me to find him.

I used to feel uncomfortable and maybe even a little ashamed talking about myself and my family dynamics. I and use to be a cry baby and the middle child, but the year I turned ten years old, I was bump from middle child to the eldest daughter. I am one of four siblings, I have an older brother that lives in Houston, then it’s me, I have my only sister and my best friend that lives in Irving and then there is my kid brother, he was brought home August of 1988. My parents had left us home for two days. I didn’t have a clue why they were gone but when they finally came home, my dad was hold a 10 pound baby boy.

“Mom!” Hugging her finally, after months, Veronica realized why she hadn’t been able to come up with anything to say; she hadn’t been looking for her mom to say anything to her, she’d just wanted to hug her, just wanted to see her. “We’ve been looking for you, Mom, you haveta come home. I need you - Dad needs you, things are better now, things are okay,” Pressing her face into her mom’s shoulder, Veronica could smell the stink of her mother’s alcoholism and knew things were far from

Your brother is one of few saving you from complete insanity, and the closet person to welcoming you can find. Their new flat looks just like their old house, when she was younger and lovelier and unbroken, so sure of herself and her world. Dennis sometimes drops by when Shun isn't home, and you let him in because he's here to feel sorry, you'll let him. Forgiving him is your very own matter, and you look at him with dark humour every time he begs for your forgiveness. Revenge tastes sweet in your mind.

As a young child I learned what the good group of kids looked like and what the bad group of kids looked like. In movies, the bad group of people are portrayed in high school as boys who wear really big clothing and girls that wear too dark of makeup. However after my junior year, I now know that you never really can tell between who the good and the bad people really are. Starting from when I was very young, my brother began changing my entire life for the better because I grew up with him in and out of jails and prisons for theft, drug use, and underage consumption. During his time in jails and prisons, it killed my mother and father. However for me, I never really knew the person labeled as my brother. He was a shadow with a name for me.

Until I find out his house and see his happily family, he seems not remember that he was created me. I killed his young brother- Willie and blamed his aunt. I want him like me have a lonely feeling. Finally, he had find to me. He still calm to asked me “why you done so?”

My mom didn’t yell again, she just gave me a fierce look and stiffly began walking out the school to her car. I followed behind and sat in the car. I was still angry as I took a sip from my water bottle. Without saying one word to each other, my mom started the car and we made our way to Ashley’s school.

So, after just a few visits with my dad, I learned to not only accept the new addition to my family, but to love her. I promised myself that I would stay by her side and would lead her through the confusing world we live in. I knew that I would do everything I could to insure that she never got hurt. This lasted for a while, and I began to view my family’s situation as “normal”. That’s when my dad decided to throw in another curveball; that weekend I entered my dad’s apartment and made my way to Sofia’s room per usual, except this time when I opened the door I was surprised to see that where one twin bed used to lay was now replaced with two cribs. This was my dad’s way of telling us that him and his fiance were expecting again, twins this time. Thus, my dad’s fiance moved in along with her two kids from her first marriage, expanding the number of siblings I had from 3 to 8 in less than three

When I first met DaisyI was a senior in highschool, trying to find a purpose in life. My plans was to attend the local community college and become a cop. That dream crumbled when I realized it would be hypocritical of me to do so. That summer I took a job as the local ice cream shop to earn some extra cash to fund my love pot and underaged drinking habbits. That job collapsed when I showed up to work still drunk from the previous night and puked on a mother who most likely passed her children off to nannie and dressed straight out of the J. Crew catalogue - a mother who I skillfully aimed all of my previous night’s alcohol on her button up shirt. After that I became an unemployed pain in the neck to my mother.

I am Phil Jenson, father of Ivy Jenson. I am a scientist, maybe even a mad scientist. I thought I could do the impossible. I dreamed, and my brother and I were a team. Then he went too far, he told me to do this. To join him. He told me we could rule the world. And I listened, because I was afraid. I knew that if I didn’t, he could make my life miserable. Not in a physical pain sort of way, but in a mental way. He could tease me, taunt me, play with my emotions. And my family has no

My Brother - Personal Narrative My brother is the most influential person in my life. His name is