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Growing up it was always tremendously hard for me. My life was always at a disadvantage and it felt as if i was never completely happy. When i was five years old, just graduating kindergarten and going into first grade, my parents split up. I was never given the opportunity to chose who i wanted to live with, so my mom gained custody of my twin sister and i. I obviously was only five years old and i was not capable of understanding what was going on at the time. As i got older, it got harder for me. My parents had always put me in the middle of situations. My mother did not communicate with my father and therefore they made my sister and i the messengers. It was always a sticky situation and i never wanted to be in the middle of it. Every …show more content…

I was not aware of anything that had happened and i was in and out for hours at a time. I was rushed to Saint Francis hospital where they tried to perform surgery. I was then transferred to Westchester children's hospital when i was put under for the third time. I had to wear a full leg cast for six weeks, following a half leg cast for four. My mother was beyond furious with my father for letting his child race that day. She was not aware of it and had no idea i was in the hospital until 6 hours later. After that incident my mother never agreed with anything my father did and in fact did not want me spending time with him. I of course still saw him whether my mother like it or not. My father had gotten married and soon began to distance himself from his kids and never saw how it affected my sister and i. My step mother's children were all three years to five years older than me. Her youngest son was not the nicest out of the bunch, and he had this sort of attraction towards me. I never saw the difference between right and wrong and how a step brother should act towards her step sister because i was only about thirteen at the time. My step brother would pick on me in a different kind of manner. He would lock me in his bedroom with him and tickle me to the point where i would be screaming to let me out. I did not know at the time that it was wrong, until a year later when i came out and told my mother that he was sexually harassing me and i wanted it to end.

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