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Different
I don’t have parents I can go to. I have no rules except I must eat dinner and even then it’s negotiable. I use common sense and knowledge that I’ve learned from TV or school to get through life. I don’t expect anything from my parents not even a car ride. I do respect my mom hopefully like most teenagers. Many teenagers take the badgering of their parents as a curse but the grass is never greener on the other side as I always assure them. Most American parents taught their children things their parents taught them. I learned how to knit but nothing else and I had to bug my mom to teach me. Most families go places for the summer, the farthest I have gone with my mom anywhere was Disney land and that was for my sisters 10th birthday. I know it’s not her fault because last time she was on a plane was when she came to the United States 25 years ago. I sometimes don’t like the fact I wasn’t put in a piano class or ballet like I wanted. I learned that you can’t always get what you want at a very young age which made me different. I knew whining and complaining never helped just made you feel worse.
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