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Terri Weedman

Sociobiography: What Shaped Me into Who I Am?

My name is TerriWeedman; I was born Sept. 4th, 1991. Let me start by saying a lot has influenced who I am today people as well as events that have flipped my life upside down and molded me into a better, stronger person then who I was a few years ago. I am going to tell you about a few people who I extremely admire, and a couple that have failed me.
My mother Jeanne has always raised me on a tight leash and taught me to have morals, ethics, self-respect, and class about myself. She raised me and my older brother by herself for a long time, and we never really got to have the “Wonderful” mother/daughter relationship every little girl wants with her mother, but because of our relationship growing up it has made us so much closer now that I am an adult and have my own child. My mother is a big reason why I am the person I am today, I was always told I’m just like her and I wouldn’t have chosen to have it any other way.
My real father Jimmy Severns walked out on me when I was nine years old. This event helped me realize that sometimes blood isn’t thicker than water and blood can’t make someone stay. Even though my father was never really around the phone call I got left an empty void in my heart when I was only nine.
Now my daddy Anthony, the man who raised me, the man who helped me walk, talk, took me to school dances, held me when I was down, the man that took me in when he didn’t have to. He taught me that any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a daddy. Him coming into my life was the best thing that ever happened to me and has made me value family so much more than most people do because I know how it feels to have a broken family, to have the lack of love from one parent, he fills the void in my heart that I explained earlier in this paper.
When I was nineteen years old I got pregnant with my first child and unfortunately lost it at nine weeks. Losing a child is the

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