We had arrived to the restaurant and my oh my was this one fancy looking restaurant! It was a seafood place that was located right by the ocean which made it a perfect scene. The weather was beautiful that day, sun was beaming down at us. Everyone was dressed up, from females wearing mainly long summer strapless bright dresses to the fellas wearing a nice button up shirt and pants. Than you have me wearing a simple white V-neck shirt with some jean shorts ...
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...ovies and shows like to portray. I’ve enjoyed all the trouble/dark days I’ve been through with my sister because I don’t think I would be who I am now if I didn’t go through it. I might have gotten lost through out the way but I was able to find myself thanks to people in my life. I am not perfect and still am working on improving myself. My family and I have a lot to be proud of. My sister was the first in my mom and dad side of the family to graduate from college and get a job that she loved. My brother Michael is now a Dean in a High School, Bernie has started college and I am also now back in school currently majoring in Social Work trying to finish. People have always doubted my family and I because they thought we would go in different paths because of what we been through. It’s good to be proving them wrong and showing them how good we are doing for ourselves.
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