My name is Rachel. My birthday is 8-14. I have a younger sister. I also have an older brother. I have 2 cats. I have a mother. I have friends. I have food to eat, water to drink. I have a house to live in. I have clothes to wear and shoes to put on my feet. My life is a good people would say. The truth is, things seem to be what they`re not. On October 30th 2003, my father was a fire fighter and had a stroke, right there, he died in the line of duty. I do understand, that he is watching over me. M y friend Anthony said "Rachel your dad would be so very proud of you. I mean look...you are pretty, have friends ,are kind, and you are in enrichment. What is there that he would not be proud of? Cheer up. " he said this to me. He has always bin there for me. Me and him are no longer friends (sniff sniff) because of one stupid move I made. well bye. sorry if i crashed your day, week, weeked, sorry i just had to right this.
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