The Story of My Life If I looked back to where I am and who I’ve become as a person today, I would say I’m proud of myself and everything that I’ve overcome. I spend most of my life living with my dad, my sister, and my dad’s girlfriend Lauren in Prince Edward Island, it’s a very small island that’s famous for the red soil and good potatoes. It’s a place where if you go to Home Depot to pick up a hockey stick or Walmart for groceries, you’ll probably see your grade seven science teacher or that guy you had a crush on in grade six. If you’re into all that, living in a small town where everyone knows everyone, good for you. But it’s never something for me and where I wanted to be. My relationship with my parents for my whole life has been good until my mom left my dad, we had a healthy relationship but just like other families, there were ups and downs, arguments, I mean who doesn’t? It could be about not turning off the lights outside the garage or just any small disagreement, but we also have big ones that don’t just “go away” in a couple of days, ones that stick with you for a long time. Don’t get me wrong though, I love my parents, I’m grateful for everything they’ve done for me and my sister since we were little girls, I think the main reason why sometimes we lash out at each other is that no one in our family wants to talk about their feelings because we don’t want others to think that we are vulnerable or soft, we put on this tuff face, and that’s how little things pile up more and more like a water balloon, eventually it will overflow and break, that’s when an argument explodes. My sister and I have gone through quite a lot as a kid, from my parents leaving each other, my mom’s new boyfriend hitting up our phone because my mom wouldn’t pick up, and my dad’s girlfriend being rude to my dad. I’ve always wanted to leave home, just to get away from all this screaming and get all the toxicity in my life, and once I found out that I had the chance to move to Ontario and stay with my aunt for school, I grabbed that opportunity and didn’t let it go. I bond with my mom’s side of the family so much more than my dad’s. If I can use two colours to describe each side of my family, my mom’s side will be red and yellow, and my dad’s side will be blue and grey. My decision of my leaving home was hard for my dad to swallow, before I left for Ontario, the vibes in my house were just off, there would just be constantly yelling and screaming of two sides, but eventually, my dad finally agreed to me leaving home and that
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