It all started when my parents were fighting . This time it was really bad , they were throwing things at each other . At the time me and my sister were hiding in bed rooms . Then it got really quite , then my dad comes into my room and gets me and then gets my sister . He sits me on his lap , as I look around and see plates broken and things all over the floor . My dad looks me in the eye and says Jaymi I’m not your dad . At that moment in time I was confused and said what are you talking about of course your my daddy . Then he explained to me he was there when I was born but he didn’t help my mom make me . At 6 years old my world fell apart . I ran into my room started crying and didn’t talk to anyone for hours . In that moment I felt hurt so bad . It killed me . But no matter who made me my dad is my dad and will always be my dad
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