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When I think of my childhood, I think of pain. I think of an alcoholic father, a mother too invested in her love for her husband and marriage to get away from the madness...a woman who desperately tries her hardest day in and day out to provide for he husband and daughter.
My childhood wasn't the same as a normal persons. From the age of four I was being moved from foster home to foster home until I was nine. When I got adopted it was the best feeling in my life. The lady that adopted me was the sweetest and she loved me like I was one of her own. She wasn't married but she did have a boyfriend. They lived together and he did seem nice to me, always helping me when I needed help. He was really friendly and super sweet to my foster mom.
They did have their little arguments here and there but nothing like how my real parents had. Usually they argued about me but would always try and say they were just having 'disagreements' with each other. I knew better though even at my young age I knew that it wasn't just them disagreeing. I just hoped I wouldn't tear the family apart just like I did my real family.
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