Personal Narrative: Childhood Punishment

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Childhood Punishment
Humiliation is a huge thing in life when it comes to parents and their children. Some parents don’t seem to see if they hit their children or yell at them affects the child in a way that affects their emotional type of state for the rest of their life, unfortunately i was raised in this type of setting.
It was a day in summer where the grass was green and birds were singing, when i came home from school, i was happy and glad to come home to get something to eat, but at the same time annoyed by the chore of homework. I walked in the house with many different types of emotions on my face, and heard my mom’s boyfriend, Dennis, screaming. i wanted to know why and the hell he was screaming and yelling at my mother, so i made

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