Family history
So, let me tell you this wild and goofy story! Kingkong never returned me to my mom. That dude's wanted, you know? The police were after him, so we had to hide for ages. Katrina was almost ten and Kate was eight when we finally moved to Manila. My mom passed away, and I never got to visit her. She didn’t even see her grandkids. She died heartbroken because I was gone. My dad? No clue where he is now. So I really depended on Kingkong; he was like a dad to me since I was basically a kid at heart. My mom wasn’t that nurturing; she was distant. I always felt like she saw me as a mistake. So when Kingkong came into my life... he used to tell me he took me to this rest spot at our school. I trusted him quickly because he never did anything bad to me. We talked a lot, and I shared my frustrations
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