The beginning of something sinister.

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You could say the beginning of this story started when I was 5, when my father married my step mother. (For their privacy- my dad may be referred to as Nate, and my stepmother will be referred to as Sandy.)
Sandy was a Canadian citizen, I'm unsure of how her and my father met, but they did. (I was really too young and oblivious to pay attention)
Before I knew it, I was on my first plane ride ever with my father, on the way to meet Sandy for the first time, who would become his wife, and my stepmother by law.
I'd say that when I was 5, she seemed nice. She acted like I was her own, and helped me with my schoolwork. After I turned 6, everything went downhill. To this day, I'm still unsure of what sparked such hatred towards me in that woman.

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