The first time I realized my family loved me is probobly the first time I got hurt. Every time I get hurt, my family will comfort me and care for me. I think the first time I got hurt was when I was a baby and I fell off of a bed and hit my head.
Just recently I hit my head on a metal light pole and I remember my family sat next to me for at least 30 minutes. I was really scared and so was my family.
About four years ago, I hit my head on a handrail and I was bleeding a ton. My nanny Myrleen called my mom and my mom was there in a snap.
On a completely different matter of head hitting, one time we had a break-in. We hid in a closet an Myrleen called 911 and my parents. My dad drove so fast that when he hit a big bump near our house it damaged his suspension.
Also, my family always tries to do whats best for me and if I'm sad they will sit down and talk to me about it.
I love my family and I know that they love me too!
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