CHAPTER THREE: TELL ME YOUR STORY
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I have a pile of about 30 unmatched socks on
the middle of my desk and I don’t know what
to do about them. A few of them are brightly
coloured enough that I could maybe turn them
into sock puppets, which frankly would make me
kind of happy, but if I ever found their matches it
would be so frustrating. Maybe even devastating.
Sometimes I feel like I could crumble to pieces
over just about anything.
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I feel like a lot of story is strung together by my broken
family. After years of being heavily affiliated with gang
activity, my dad whom I loved so much was diagnosed with cancer.
Previous to this, he injured his back during his laborious day
job, resulting in him looking for a different means of supporting
us. He sacrificed so much of his life to give me so much of
what I have now but I didn’t have the foresight to properly
appreciate his efforts until very recently. In my senior year of
high school, I was presented with the choice of embracing my last
days with him or focusing heavily on my studies, and I chose to
immerse myself in my work. I’m still not sure if I made the right
choice and it haunts me every single day.
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