Personal Narrative: Tyler's Life

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Most of my kindergarten to fourth grade years were spent in Peoria. We were a mixed family; my mother, sister, and I, with Gary Toubeau (stepfather), Tyler (stepbrother), and Michelle (stepsister). Gary had only seen a mixed family, whenever he has to choose between his children or his step children. Tyler abused this and the fact that he was the oldest, usually resulting in Tyler’s way many times. Michelle was different from the other two. Michelle, also known as, “Showie,” would spend more time with her “mixed family members” rather than her “real family.” One day, my mom had enough of Gary’s abusive treatment, when he actually physically touched her (as if he were going to hit her). The divorce ended bitterly, as Gary had found a

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