Well, I don't know where to start. This place is so weird. Maybe I made the wrong decision coming out to Easton to live with my aunt and uncle. It's awkward, they expect me to know exactly what I want. What they don't know is that I really came out here to find my real father. They keep asking questions that I don't know how to answer, I don't know why they can't just let me be. I found my real dad, Charlie Furtz, and I started working at his hardware store. Just when I thought everything was going great, my real dad (I'll just call him Charlie from now on) had to go to hospital. He ended up passing away. I think it was way too soon, I didn't really get to know him that well. My mom never really told me much about him. I wish my mom or at least someone could’ve told me about him sooner, then I could've known him longer. From what I've heard and what I've seen Charlie was a great guy, Mary Lou and everyone else seemed to like him. Every time I saw him he had a smile on his face. Well it's supper time. Catch up later!
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