When my little brother was first born my step dad would go on and on about the stuff he would one day give to him. One day we were going through old clothes and such, getting rid of things. My step dad held up an old karate uniform and talked about how one day Kevin (name change) would get it. I suddenly felt so jealous tears came to my eyes and suddenly I was balling. I couldn't stand it. It's not like I wanted any of his things, I could careless about his stuff. I wondered what it would be like to be loved by your dad like that, to have someone to give you their history. Even now it is hard to watch. My step dad doesn't really treat me and my sisters the same as my half brother. We are strangers that live in the same house as him. Kevin is his son. I want to know what having a father is like. What is it like to have that kind of relationship with a father? What does it feel like? Safe? I can't even imagine.
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Tell it Like it is
PoetryMy story, memories, and poems. It is all unedited, sorry. A lot of it is poems. I will organize it later. For now I will put symbols by memories and my story(∆). Trigger Warning: This book talks about cutting, E.D., psych-wards, burning, mild schizo...
