I Have a Mom and a Dad, But Not a Family

My parents decided to divorce less than two years ago, in fact, this is the second anniversary of their decision to break up this weekend. Sunday after Thanksgiving, this is a day that no one in my family will forget me. Four of us gathered around the square and a wooden table ate the turkey and the rest of the stuffing. Mom and Dad have fought since we came back from the church. Alex and I stayed on the second floor for the rest of the morning and our stereo reached the highest level, drowning the sound of mom and dad shouting downstairs.

I grew up in about 7000 towns. My father is a Catholic and my mother is a fundamentalist. She always said that there are Christians and Christians. Our family is the latter. Mom often forgives herself to speak in tongues. We believe that delight, my sister, and I will ask them to put classmates on the wall and dedicate their lives to Christ. Homosexuality was taught as a sin. If you are homosexual, you will go to hell, it is easy. As an appropriate woman, go hand in hand with an appropriate Christian. But I am different. Like a baby, I passed by as I was young (she hates to see confusion in people's eyes so my mother put a bow on my head); I like suits and dad's shoes . I regained my hair. One of my "things" is like clothes like Elvis. I play soccer, play basketball and play golf. I often write to my favorite LPGA player. But at school, I still want to adapt

My father was diagnosed as delusive schizophrenia before I met my mother. They hurriedly fell in love - six weeks ago, my mother went to my father's psychiatrist and asked if my father thought they could marry and nurture a family. Dad's contraction tells Mama that his father can completely live a normal life as long as he obeys his prescribed care plan. So, mum and dad got married, they took me and my brother to the world. When I was a child, completely random things happened. My father was bitten by a brown lady duck. He was sick, went to the hospital and received treatment. As I said, this is very random.

Before I came to Copila, my life was very difficult. When I was young, my father left our family. He is alcoholic, I abuse my mother, my brother, and me. My mother is seriously injured and it is difficult to take care of us. My father remarried, but it keeps our life difficult. He seems to want that we are not happy. My favorite part of going to Copyra is that everyone here is here to express my love to me. I did not expect other people to support me. This makes me dream of sharing all the love of the world that my father can not possess. I would like to take care of my mother, my brothers, and other women and children who have suffered hard.