I am from a long line of farmers and drinkers.
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I am from a father who sometimes cares more about the farm and cows then he does his house and family.
I am from a struggling mother who loves and would give anything up for her girls.
I am from moving to a new school being made fun of and hated to making new friends and learning what love is really about.
I am from a over protective Grandma who worries to much and thinks I am a “horrible” kid.
I am from long walks in the snow and rain to late nights on the phone.
I am from scary movie marathons to getting into lots of trouble with my friends.
I am from “I hate you” to “I love you forever”
I am from losing all hope to gaining some.
I am from blaring my music so loud I can’t hear myself think.
I am from holding in all my anger.
I am from running away from my problems to facing them head on.
I am from making mistakes and learning from them.
I am from not caring what people think of me.
I am from trying my best and understanding that sometimes that’s just not good enough.
I am from learning who my true friends are because they are the ones that were there for me when I truly needed them.
I am from to many fights to count with my sister to finding out that she understands me more than anyone else can.
I am from losing many family members to diseases I still don’t understand.
I am from missing my long hot summers where I didn’t have a care in the world.
I am from sharing uncontrollable laughs with my friends when we’ve had to many sweets and monster energy drinks to count.
I am from staying up till 4am. to play with legos just because me and my best friend found them in the closet.
I am from keeping secrets to save people.
I am from forgiving and forgetting because I miss the friendship we once had.
