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NotMinus, my mother is not a nice person. I love my father; he is a gracious giving person. I still wear the same clothes from seventh grade because my mother doesn't take me shopping. I don't work because hey, I suck, yeah I'm a teenager. But my parents have always told me they would support me.
At age 15, when my sister was 13, someone finally told an authority about how my mother would beat us. My mother stopped hitting us, but the emotional scars are still there. My mother and I never talk anymore, and if she does talk to my sister and me, it's to yell at us and tell us we're probably getting knocked up and doing drugs.
She is not a nice person and she doesn't work. She's wasting the money my dad makes working for ten hours a day.
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