Use To Be....I use to be the good child out of my three siblings. I was the fourth child, youngest, did everything I was told. But that was it. I was told to do everything, and my three siblings nothing. It was like I was the maid in the house, and my siblings sat on a throne with my grandparents and did nothing. When I was younger, I didn't see it this way, now I'm older, I see that they used me. Like I was a slave. It was pitiful. It was wrong. It was not fair. I'm seventeen now, and not close with any one of my relatives. I don't regret it. I'm glad that I saw that they used me to do what they wanted. Now, I argue with anyone who tries to tell me to do something. Because they can do it themselves but choose not to. I only do this with my relatives. If anyone outside of my relatives ask me to do something, I'll do it. No complaining. Because those people didn't use me like my relatives did. Today, I have no close relationship with no one.
Athlete2012 18-21, F 2 Responses 0 Jul 5, 2012