A New Family New Family I hated my life. My dad was an alcoholic and my mother was a workaholic. I barely got to see my parents; neither my mom nor my dad. Not that I cared about my dad that little piece of shit didn't even have a job. All he did was sit in the chair in front of the television or at the pub. My mom didn't really have to care because she was at work all the time. Sure, she was a reporter, and hell it might be a little selfish. But instead of going to south France for work she could just say no and stay home. For some time while looking in the mirror I thought if suicide would be an option, if they would even care.I was a fair colore
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