I lived with an uncle during my last year in high school. I didn't really know during that time why I was sent to the province. I'm not a very difficult child. In fact, when I look back, I was pretty mild compared to my siblings. I mean, sure. I answer back and I felt I was right all the time. Well, add to that the fact that I felt I was being treated unfairly. Bahh. Looking back, I'm pretty sure there's something wrong.
Anyway, living with a second family, this is my second father. I didn't see him as a friend that time. I think I was hostile towards every adult. But I learned a lot from my uncle. His disciplinary measures were good. If we wanted to go out, there would always be a condition. And, he would ask us what time we can commit to be home. If we didn't keep it, we weren't allowed to go out the next time. He was fair. It wasn't NO all the time. He would give options. And that's what I love about him. Anyway, here he is. Sleeping at the terrace a couple of hours before his son's wedding.
This here with me is my favorite cousin. Well, my second favorite. We make really bad decisions and despite not growing up together, we cover for each other's asses a lot.
I think red's a good color for me. I feel pretty in it. I feel powerful too.
I'd say more about the wedding but I never was an attentive person in a wedding.
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