Category : Diary/Journal

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When I was younger not many people ever touched me. Hugs at home were rare since Mom was either not at home or laying around. Dad was at work or sleeping through the day, maybe he even just left for a while to get away. Roughhousing and grandma those gave me what I needed I'd fight with my dad playfully of course. And beat my brother up till mom caught me anything really to not be alone. We didn't have meals together nor really anything together. You went in your room and everyone else went in theirs, don't bother anyone just be alone. That continued later only touching if you were hurting the person or if they were hurting you. Gotten me in trouble at the playground and lost friends because I wasn't controlling myself. "Bully" is what you would call the things I did. The first gentle person I ever met other than my grandmother was him, he wasn't afraid or judgemental. He'd drag me around even touch my hand, play normally it was peaceful. My favorite time was whenever he'd mess with my hair braiding it, tie it up in a knot , just brush through it. I'd smile so much everyone's looks didn't matter then even when I cried when the teacher read that the dog died in the book. It didn't matter with him, being pulled away for math lessons was sad all I could look forward to was seeing him turn around and smile. While I'd take my rightful place in front of him crisscross with my hair down perfectly for him.