What Does It Mean To Be An Only Child

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I am an only child with my mom. Sadly my dad was there, but he vanished. I don’t know how. Being an only child has given me many advantages for starters I don’t have my room being invaded with slimy germs. That is exactly why I have not missed a day of school. Also my mom has given all her attention to me, which is every kids dream. I have so many friends at school whom which get punished for whatever their siblings do. This is code one of parents; Parents always have favorites even if they do not address it. This is preferably the younger kids, I don’t know why though. As soon as we older kids lose our cuteness, they go onto the next child. Which is why they always get what they wants. It is a sad way of living our lives if you ask me. Seriously, have people lost their …show more content…
Sadly, many people have listened to me say these dreams over and over, but I shouldn’t have done it for they would laugh saying, “I was a fool for even thinking that and believing he would actually come back. It was a real punch in the stomach,a punch that made me ask myself,”Is dad really coming back”. This is why I wanted my life to be all sunshine and rainbows. For I don’t have to think of the what ifs in life. I could just have a normal and happy life. I started off walking into school. With a mindset hoping I could go research in the library, hoping for some answers. My mom has always told us we had a good communication with the city so, then I knew there might be some articles on us,right? I went to the library, and found some articles on our family being part of the water organization team. I wondered how that was even possible because my mom always told us water was bad in this country and you should never drink it here. I kept reading on and realized something else. John Brown has been accused of stealing 1,000,000 dollars. Bystander Mike Quinn has told us that this is true, for he is a colleague of

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