I have been shaped and formed, molded and carved, to be who I am today. I am the combined effort of everyone I've met, and I know that. It's amazing how people shape us. Situations shape us. I was born when my mother was 22. I have never known my father. Her brother was 18 at the time and her sister was 13. I grew up with my uncle and my aunt being like my brother and sister. It's was I know. It's what I love. My mom and I lived with my grandparents until I was 13 years old, going to high school, when the two of us moved into our own place. I grew up with my grandmother and grandfather always being there. My 'surrogate parents' when my mom was working hard to make a life for the two of us. To take care of me.
I cannot tell you how blessed I am. How blessed I feel. I cannot explain to you in enough words what an amazing life my mother has given me. We have a fantastic family. Supportive. Big. Loving. Always there for each other. And she gave it to me.
My mother made me who I am today. We are so much alike it's scary. Then again there are vast differences as well. Things I like that she doesn't and visa versa. Situations and events have shaped me. Friends. Boyfriends. Family. Teachers. Sadness. Happiness. Love.
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