Personal Narrative: The Sacky Side Of My Family

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I am the youngest of eight kids, but I am an only child.
My father had five children, three boys and two girls, with his first wife. His first wife, Billie, became a drug addict after they wed. I’ve heard many stories about the type of mother she was throughout the years, selfish and careless. My dad worked from dawn till dark, so the kids were left to fend for themselves; this is one of my father’s biggest regrets. Let’s call this side of my family the Lawrence side. My mother had two daughters with her first husband, whom she left due to his drug use. From what I can tell their story was not as dark as my siblings from the Lawrence side. The girls’ father has cleaned up and is still active in their lives. We can call this side of my family the Sacky side. My mother and father met at work, coincidentally they were both going through a divorce. After a year of dating my mother found out she was pregnant with me, unfortunately this was the same day my father was diagnosed with cancer. My father was not around much during the pregnancy. My mom was often told by him, “My family would eat you alive. You have to stay with your family until I get well.” Mom did not understand what he meant until
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He was told he would live at the most six months, but it has been 17 years and he is still going strong. After my dad got better, he asked my mom and now her three daughters, to move in with him and his five kids. This move made a house of one parent and five kids, expand to two parents and eight kids. The thing about step families is that each child does not come from the same bloodline, there can be huge differences caused by family traits that have been passed down for centuries because not all of them are actually blood. At a young age I realized the hatred that came from both sides of me and began to find myself changing who I was to fit each side. Was I a Lawrence or was I a

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