They all changed, a lot. She (Pascale), her two sons (Jake and George), and her daughter (Rosaria) -added to that, the two boys' girlfriends were staying with us, as they too did not have a nice life. They grew up, and I was the youngest. The youngest of her children was 17 and I was 14, still, I was the more mature of them and the only one who knew how to do their taxes properly.
I moved in about two weeks before the beginning of school. My father. Him, he had a few months before the end of his contract so he stayed back, leaving me with strangers.
My routine quickly become the same as in the previous house, except that work was replaced by school.
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My Truth Untold
Non-FictionThis book isn't for others. Usually, I write intending to help others pass through hard stuff and understand how precise situations can be felt. But this one, this book is different. This book is to help me. May I kill this beast, slowly eating me...
