Growing up in a home with a mom, grandmother, uncle, a cousin, a little brother, and a child of my own, is as horrible as it sounds. We have four bed rooms in the house, in each room somebody is sharing; except for the uncle he has his own space. When something is purchased in the home, everybody has to share, and pitch in, but that is not how it goes. Everybody does not pitch in. Then when the kids need help with their homework, I have to do it. The kids in this house, get called stupid, dumb all the time. Everybody never gets alone, somebody is always arguing. It is nothing but hate in this house. This life is a reflection of the girl across the street from me.
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