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My Life as a White Mexican
Looking back on my life I’ve made some really bad decisions, decisions I wish I could take back. So lets go on a journey from when I went from a good girl to a bad girl.
Growing up in California it had its adventures but it also had its disasters. I would like to say I grew up with the perfect family and friends, but I can't nobody can. My childhood was taken from me.
From before I was born I was already hated on; hated on by my loved ones, the number one people that are meant to love you in this world. I was treated like an object. Before my parents found out I would be coming into this world, my parents relationship was already destroyed so I don't like to think I messed things up but at the same time I do. A few days later after my dad found out he left my mom, he wasn't there when I was even born. As a child growing up I knew something was missing, but I didn't know what a dad was for a very long time.
Each day I was sad but there was nothing I could really do but move on, but things got a little better I started school. Starting school I though it’d be fun, but I was wrong. I didn't get to experience what other kids did. I remember one day at school it was donuts with dad day, but as you could guess I didn't have a dad to bring so every time that day came around I stayed home. Things turned around when I got to 3rd grade. I remember one day my mom and I wanted into a store and I wanted stickers but she couldn't buy them so I did what any other kid would do. I put them in my shirt. As we were walking away they fell out of my shirt and a worker saw, but he was a good guy he paid for them for me and after he asked for my mom’s number. What I didn't know was though that man would become my stepdad and that’d be the best day of my life. He was then my dad and I loved him with all of my heart.
As I got older and was now in junior high things got complicated again, my real dad showed up in the picture. He wanted to see me but I was so hurt that I didn't want to see him, and thats when he started paying me to see him. I didn't want to take the money but my mom said I should so I started doing.

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This piece is about a little girl that had a struggling life