Personal Narrative-Perfect All-American Apple Pie Family

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The funny thing about my parents is that they always try to paint our family as happy and peachy perfect. Well, they're wrong. We are nowhere near the picture-perfect family that they portray us to be, but if they want to continue playing house than they can go right ahead living like animated plastic dolls. They can continue their paper house facade as long as they like. Who am I to stop them since they probably wouldn't even listen to me and their other two daughters anyway? I sometimes wish the white walls in my very own home could talk, so outsiders like yourself could really know that we're not your typical All-American apple pie family. I don't even like apple pie because apples are rotten to the core like the Evil Queen from Snow White, which is actually a good metaphor for some people in my family.

My father is probably the bad …show more content…

For some reason, I’m having trouble putting my sister’s character into words for you, so bear with me.

Maybe I should start off writing about her short hair that is dyed a glossy pink and it’s all fuzzy like cotton candy. You’re probably thinking this right now: “I bet her older sister dyed her hair pink on purpose, so that she can add color to their black and white family portrait.” It sure did add a lustrous color, a flaming red of defiance that burned my sister’s image right out of our picture-perfect family. She was no longer our parent’s Barbie girl that was made of plastic. She was no longer a pawn in their game. And she was no longer allowed to reveal her new look in the O’Hara Christmas cards… ever.

I’m not sure why my parent’s have this really crazy obsession of making our family pose like mannequins in the the O’Hara photo albums? But I have no say in the matter because I’m still their darling paper doll that is controlled by their imaginary

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