A personal story of growing up

I found out that his name was Thomas Taylor Jr. My father was no longer around and my mother had the pressure of providing for my younger sisters and myself. The skills I learnt and the attitude I acquired from a young age would be of immense help to me in my later years. This is something we never really explore.

He gave me the money for the prom. He had his own family now in Brooklyn, NY. Our relationship is solid now.

Fears of Growing up.

I met and talked to him for the first time in my life. I always kept a close eye on my role models my parents and always tried to do anything they did. As we age, things change, people do too. Grow up and be an adult. Thus began my long journey on a bumpy road to find out more about my father — to reclaim who I rightfully was.

I had all of my paperwork completed and was simply handing it all in to complete the process. Hell, just to blend in if you try that, people will do literally anything to be accepted into the cliques that we consider a norm.

Gone were the days of the little sponge washing the car.

And we wonder why so many teenagers kill themselves before they graduate or drop out of school and become drug addicts or some such. During school holidays I was responsible for looking after my sisters and keeping the amused at the same time, not an east task at all!

With my rightful name, my dreams became clearer Go to bed early 8 hours sleep minimum Be a kid.

Growing Up

Many years went by, and, although he never denied me, he never came to find me. However, learning to look after my sisters and earning a little pocket money was perhaps the best and most useful experiences I had whilst For example, when my father was no longer around it could have been seen to be a negative situation.

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