Ironic Story
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Ironic Story
When I was little I was very shy. I never was very social at school or outside events. It always took me a long time to make friends and associate myself with different kinds of people. I guess you could say my mom was my best friend.
I got a lot of attention when I was little because I was the only girl. My mom made sure to give me whatever I wanted when I wanted it. I cried a lot and threw tantrums when I didn’t get what I wanted when my mom wasn’t around. My brothers teased me and made me cry a lot.
Not having my mom to comfort me at school also made it hard so even if i wouldn’t get chosen for an activity or a game I would start crying. My teacher noticed but she never really said anything. I found that the solution was to just avoid playing with children who I thought would torment me. I would sometimes even just stay in class during recess and help the teacher.
At the end of the day