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I believe you should not be ashamed of who you are
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I believe you should not be ashamed of your family. I am from Saint Louis Missouri at the age of fourteen I moved to Augusta Kansas. My family lived in a very large house in St. Louis; our house had ten bedrooms and seven bathrooms. I loved everything about my house and about my family. My father is a very successful business man, he owns many hotels, bars, clubs, and at one time even owned a Casino boat in Miami Florida.
Growing up people made fun of me, for being rich. And the more I was made fun of the more I became ashamed of my house and my family’s wealth. As soon as I would get off the bus or get out of my mom’s car the jokes started; “Hey rich girl, what kind of expensive car did you ride in today?” “Hey richy rich did your butler bring you to school today?” They went on and on, it never stopped until it was time to go home. I recall sitting in class as a sixth grader and a boy Jonathan made fun of me so much that I burst out in tears and ran out of the classroom. I got home that day and I was so mad at my mom and dad for making me live in that house and driving the cars they did, my parents did not understand why I was so angry with them.
At age ten I changed schools, I felt normal I felt great and the best; no one was making fun of me for being rich. The only reason I wasn’t getting made fun of, because I never invited my friends over to my house. And even worse, I did not let my parents drive me to school; I took the bus and rode my bike. My parents always asked me to invite my new friends over and I refused, I would always go to their houses. At the age of fourteen I moved to Kansas, we didn’t buy such a large house, in fact we built a small house inside one of our hotels. As I grew up people slowly learned about my family, and I got made fun of every once in awhile, but I learned to ignore it. It was when I entered high school I realized that it doesn’t matter what other people think or say, you should be happy with who you are and what you are no matter what. Big house or little house, rich or poor, your house is your house and your family is your family. You should never forget that and never take anything you have for granted.
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