My parents were divorced when I was a child.
My father had left my mother and moved into a larger house, and my mother was struggling financially, with two children to feed.
My mother had also gotten pregnant, and the pregnancy was a big deal for my family.
My family was very religious, and they wanted to be in the faith.
They wanted to pray, and I was very interested in that.
I was also very good at reading scriptures.
So I started to go to church regularly, and eventually my parents asked me to be their babysitter.
I’m the only girl in the family, and she was the only one who knew how to read.
The first time I went, I found out that my mother had given birth to a baby boy.
My husband and I were all very nervous.
But when I walked into the house, my mother said, “Oh, honey, don’t worry, the baby is fine.
I just got to be more careful.”
I was like, “Really?”
And she said, and this is the story of how I met my future husband, who I’ve been with ever since.
My parents divorced when my father was 30.
I lived in my parents’ house, which was on the west side of town, and we had a lot of neighbors.
One time my mother got pregnant with a baby, and that baby was a boy.
I knew that I was pregnant at the time, but I had never really thought about it.
I didn’t want to think about it, because it was so exciting to be a mom, but at the same time, it was very scary.
I remember telling my parents about the birth.
They were very worried, because they thought that if they didn’t know the baby was going to be born, then the baby wouldn’t be a boy at all.
So they asked me, “Well, how old are you?”
I said, I’m 25.
My mom was like “Well,” and she said that she was a doctor and she knew that babies usually start growing around the age of 6 months.
And she gave me a piece of paper, and it said, You know what?
If I had known that the baby would be a girl at 6 months, I would have known it at 18 months.
So, I did not want to be that one person who had no clue.
I had always known that I wanted to have a baby.
So my parents were like, Well, why don’t you take care of that baby for a little while?
I had been in a lot worse situations than this.
My maternal grandparents were a few generations removed from the family.
They had all died.
My dad and my mom were both from broken homes, and our parents were really abusive.
And my mother never said anything to my dad about being pregnant, because he would just beat her up.
I would get into arguments with my mother, and all the time she would say, “You need to be quiet.
You need to calm down.”
But, in my own experience, my mom was always the one that was being harsh, because she wanted to give me a good life.
I never had a bad day.
I have a lot in common with my father, who was my best friend growing up, and he would be like, You don’t have to fight me.
You’re my friend.
I like to be around people who are nice.
And, my dad was always really supportive, even though he was very different from me.
I loved being around people, even if I was scared.
He was always a positive influence.
And he loved to make sure I would do the right things.
I always loved being with my parents.
I mean, it’s not like I was always going to the movies, and having friends was always part of my life.
My grandmother would take me on trips to Disneyland, and Disneyland was always fun.
So it was always my favorite place to be.
And I loved Disneyland.
It was just a place to go, and be a kid, and do stuff.
So for me, Disneyland was just like the best place to live, because the theme park was always something that I could be in my younger years.
I went on a lot more family outings, but Disney was my favorite because I would always have a place for my mom and my brothers and my sisters to come play.
When I got to my 20s, I was still living in my mother’s house.
My grandparents died when I turned 18.
My brothers and sisters, they didn.
My sister, she was born in a car accident.
My brother, he had a stroke.
They died in the accident, but my mom got them out of the car and they were in the hospital for two weeks.
My stepfather died of cancer.
So we had two of my brothers, and one of