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In the picture I chose for my article, there are two people in it. There is a boy dressed with a black suit and a green tie, smiling, at the camera with a girl in a green dress. I chose this picture because although they both look happy in the picture they have a bad past. The boy in this picture is the girl’s brother, Francisco, and the girl in this picture is Sandybel (me). In the past both the boy and the girl would fight all the time no matter what. Whether it was about food or whenever it came to me making a decision, he would always criticize me. All of the arguing would go on for what seemed like forever. Day after day we would argue about anything because we both didn’t like the decisions either of us would make. My brother never really tried getting close to me because he didn’t like me dating guys period. From the day he found out I had a boyfriend, things changed. He would call me rude names and he made me insecure about myself. I tried not to let it show that his words were really hurtful because then he would probably think that he won the argument. I always tried hurting him back by …show more content…
I was really nervous because of the whole dance that day, even when I was on the party bus that was all I could think about. I somehow managed to take a picture with my brother while we were on the bus which did bring joy to me. The quinceanera dance ended up pretty good and next thing you know, the day had ended. Later on my brother and I would hang out a bit more, but then problems began to come in and we drifted apart all over again. There was a time where he left the house because he couldn’t stand my parents or my sister and I anymore. He would get mad if my parents would ask him to do some chores and all that he wanted to do is stay on his phone, or go to parties. Whenever he left it caused my mom depression because we had no contact with him, and even though we did fight all the time I did miss

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