Prompt: "When was the first time that you realized your home was not like other people's homes?"
I'm too tired to answer this right now. This has been a very, very draining week for my family and going into deep emotional stories just isn't in me right now. Sorry.
So I'll give the short answer: sometime in elementary school, and it mainly involved my stepfather being a screaming tyrant that my friends were afraid of. I'll discuss in more detail another time. The end.
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