“Oddly enough, I think one of the happiest moments for me was when my dad got deployed for an eighteen month deployment. About a month after, my mom got out a video camera, like a tape recorder, and just started filming me, yknow, just a 7-year-old child doing something weird. Then the next thing I know, the doorbell rings, and she's like answer the door answer the door, and I answer it, and its my dad. Apparently, he got deployed to go to school first, and got out early, so he got three weeks leave before he actually had to get deployed. So it was happy thinking Im not gonna see this person for a year and a half, and then a month later you see him, just knocking on your door."
“For most of the life I can remember, it was mainly my mother who raised me. Even when my dad was around, he was still getting deployed the majority of the year. They got separated when I was eleven, and living with a single mother is weird, cuz now that Im older, I understand where she came from, like she had to be a very strict lady, cuz she had two boys, and my brother, when he was a teenager, wasn't the nicest teenager, and so my mom had to double down, and on top of that, she's an immigrant, a very catholic lady. But she did the best she could. Especially during times where we were financially in trouble, she did her most for us to not really feel it, but we could always tell something was off. She would take me and my brother to sports and practice every day, and would make sure that we had the same equipment as the rest of the kids, but I knew I was poor."
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