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Personal Narrative: Being The Oldest Kid
Being the oldest kid in the family sucks. Why? I’m going to tell you. So fasten your seatbelts ladies and gentlemen because you’re in for a bumpy ride. A bumpy ride called my life. I get blamed for everything, and I mean everything. My little brother broke my mom's computer, must be my fault. My mom always finds a way to blame me.
“Mom, Gage broke the computer!”
“What?! Why didn’t you tell me! I’m so disappointed in you”. Yeah, that’s pretty much how it goes. I’m so lucky. I can’t do anything I want. My 11 year old brother goes to his friends house every morning just so he can go to school with him. But of course, when I go to my friends house once a week, it’s too much and I need to spend more time with my family. I’m always babysitting
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