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Personal Narrative: Growing Up With My Sister
Growing up with my mom things were pretty blunt, DON’T do things you know you have no business doing. My sister Nyla and I were like two peas in a pod, we did everything together and often defended one another so it was fair for my mom to assume that if something bad happened we both were in on it and she would spank us. At the time I thought it was horrible, I look back now at the stories and I laugh.
My sister and I did all sorts of things from sneaking extra snacks to setting a water bed on fire (Yes we set a water bed on fire). If Nyla ever got in trouble for something i was the one who took the blame for it because i always wanted to be her protector. One day my sister and I were at home alone while my mom was at work. The rules were to
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