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My family is the best.
My parents are superheroes. They keep their kids and their own parents alive and dedicate their entire lives to us. My mom is brilliant and beautiful. She can have a million things happening at once and handle them all with grace and poise. She outdresses everyone. She can run around nonstop for hours in heels. She's kind and gentle and has all the patience in the world. I learned almost everything I know about psychology and social cues from her. My dad is successful and charming. He will always advocate for the underdogs even when he could step on them for his own gain. He's got a wicked sense of humor. He works nonstop to provide for us and is the most dedicated, selfless person I know. He has a soft spot for our beagle and for his amazing miniature Christmas village that he sets up every year. My brother is an absolute beast: he just won a physical fitness award in his Army training program. He has a poly sci degree and is fulfilling his lifelong dream of being in the military. He has sweet little quirks: for example, he's obsessed with honey and eats it all the time. He's gentle like my parents. My sisters are gorgeous. They do everything together and could pass for twins despite having two years between them. My middle sister is a genius. She had an incredible internship this spring and is going to be majorly successful. She knows seemingly everything about environmental issues and discusses them often. She is also big into social justice issues, and rightfully so. She uses her voice to speak up for what matters to her. My youngest sister is the funny one of the family. The most bizarre things always seem to happen to her, and she cracks us all up when she tells us her stories. She is fierce and unafraid to go head to head with anybody for any reason—not many people out there can say that about themselves and truly mean it. I admire that about her and I try to learn that skill from her. Nobody will stop her from making her way to the top. I know they sound like perfect characters from a movie, but if anything, I'm underselling every one of my family members. I love them all so much.
It's hard to believe a family like mine is real. My father was a derranged drunkard who left my mother and his six kids so that he could start his life anew with a much younger woman - whom was solely in love with the money she thought he had. He left us nothing, not a single cent, no home to live in, no food; he was entirely devoid of any human decency. My mother, however not a drunkard, has devoted her life to the church. Nearly all the money she makes she donates to the church. She's been led to believe that by paying her monthly heavenly fee she's going to have a mansion to live in in her afterlife - little does she know there's no such a thing as an afterlife. Anyways, since she gives all her money to her beloved heavenly cause, there was never much left for me and my siblings; we had to make ends meet every damn month by not spending an single cent on anything other than food. All our clothes were five generations old hand-me-downs. Needless to say my siblings and I were often ridiculed for our lack of proper clothes. I surely am not one to blame my mother - I can understand it must've been tough to look after six children all by herself, but still I have this gut feeling that she could've provided us with a much better life if it wasn't for that lame arse "god-sent" guy who took advantage of her religious weakness.