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When I was little my dad was the one to care for me the most, so basically my dad was my mom. Later on, they got divorced when I was still little. I didn't understand at the time, until I got older. When I was around 4 or 3 my i had to visit my mom and as I got older the visitations changed. I don't remember much but I will try my best. At 6-years-old my dad moved and so did my mom, they both moved to Florida. I think I was younger but my dad then met a beautiful woman that I now call mom. She had a daughter and now she is my sister. I loved my step-mom to the ends of the world but my mom hated her. my real mom would never let her adopt me, and too this day she never will. But back to the visitations, around 7-8 I visited my mom at a bookstore and a park. Two incidents happened, both at the park. The first one that happened was when I was 7 and I walked up to her, looked her straight in the face and told her I didn't want to see her. Let me tell you she was mad, so mad that she grabbed my arm and pulled it so hard you could see the hand marks. Of course when I visit my mom my dad is not allowed to interfere unless it's an emergency, and of course when that happened my dad got up real fast and told me to go straight to the car. He got in the car too and he took me home. I was crying because I couldn't comprehend what just happened but all I knew was that when she grabbed me, it hurt. But luckily my family made me feel better and we went out and had some fun. Then the other time when I was 8, I think. I didn't want to see her so I told my dad I would sit in the car and he got out. My mom was mad of course and sat there for a good hour arguing with me to get out of the car but I refused. I got upset because she was saying some pretty mean stuff about my dad and mom. So I wasn't in the best of the mood.