I like telling people
about how I grew up. I never had a dad,
and my mom and I lived with my grandparents until I went to High School. I honestly don’t think it’s anything to be
ashamed of, or sad about, because I had a fantastic childhood and life, thanks
to the family who loved me and kept me in their lives. I think it’s something to be proud of, actually.
What true story do you have?
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