** A note to my sister** I love you. As I got older, around sixteen years old or so, I would start questioning the type of relationship my dad and I had. It wasn’t right. I was beginning to realize that, and I would start to become depressed at this point. I would comply just…
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Who Was I?
My identity wasn’t completely my own. I had thoughts, and ideas, and beliefs ingrained into me from a young age. My dad would twist the bible, use it for his gain, and his will, even though we didn’t really go to church. I didn’t have an understanding of what it meant to be a Christian….