The horrible truth

I talked with the girlfriend of my brother, she told me that she was a bit sad because a near friend of her recently died. That made me thought of why I’m living here, The mother of a cousin died for two years ago, my biological mom was too sad to be in the church at the funeral. After that I’ve seen a movie about a rapper who lived in the hood in Puerto Rico. Well there my family lives isn’t that dangerous but there can still be robbers. Here I get scared if there been a murder or just a fight, my adoptive mom use to say that if your not involved with a gang here, nothing will happen to you.


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My name is Ebba Katherine, I was born in Colombia 1995, I'm writing about my life as adopted with two families.

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