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Hmm.
I loved my mother, we got along really well. She died when I was ten, and I went to live with my dad. I don't think he ever learned how to be a parent, and I was a hyper active kid. Obviously, problems developed, and weren't solved until I moved out at sixteen. Now, five years later, it seems we've patched everything up. We're pretty chummy, but I don't think it would be right to say that we have a father-son relationship. We have few shared interests, and he's pretty much realized that I'm in control of my own life, and that we're both happier if he lets me live it.
My step-mother is evil.
I don't think I would normally be friends with anyone in my extended family. I'm a geek, they're all rednecks or ginos. A couple of my cousins are really cool people but again, I doubt I'd do much more than say hi and bye if we weren't family. Weird, that.
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