Step moms are suppose to be crule unruley and mean ugly and grumpy They aren't suppose to care but their step kids They are suppose to act like we are failures and like were not needed around like we're to little to understand but to old to do those things so i think my step mom must be backwarads see my step mom is as nice as can be listens to me all the time and never judeges she is as pretty as can be and never with out a smile She cares for me more then my real mom She tells me how great i am ..... all the time She tells me how life would just not be with out me in her life She tells me everything even if i am to little to understand and says we're never to old do anything we want So tell me what do i do when this great step mom has breast cancer and may be dieing?Birth sign: Pisces
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