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Laila
As I looked in the mirror, I seen an ugly girl. Fat arms, huge legs, plump legs, chubby face, and huge behind.
Now I see why no one likes me. I'm just an ugly girl. Only my dad tells me I'm a pretty girl. When he is sober.
My dad is a drunken alcoholic. He would sometimes come into my room and harass me while I'm sleep. When he is sober, he is the best dad. But he is also abusive.
When I mess up cooking, he would slap me. Or if I talked back, he would punch me. I know kids need discipline but he treat ne like I am boy. Ever since mom died, dad actions have changed.
"Laila, bring your fat ass down here and make me some food." my dad slurred loudly. Yup, he drunk.
I walked downstairs and there were two women here. I guess he having company. I just walked to the kitchen and grabbed some ziti and chicken from the freezer and made some food.
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After the food was finished, I made a plate for myself and walked upstairs. After my dad had went in the kitchen, I heard them mumble 'fatty.' and 'fatass.' I was never irritated when people called me that.
I just cried when I ate my food. I missed my mom. Looking at the picture on my nightstand and picked it up. It was the time when we went to the Bahamas when I was little.
As I looked at the picture, I was skinny. I guess I aten too much after mom died. Finishing my food, I walked downstairs to see thotiana kissing my dad and thot sucking his d**k.
I was already disgusted. I speed walked and did what I had to do and went to sleep.
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