CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
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Who has had the most influence on your life?
This is going to be the what? Yes, the third question I am being forced to burn because it contains personal information I do not want ever diverge to the likes of you or anyone else for that matter. It is mildly amusing to see you like this, once more, hoping so pitifully to get an answer and hopping around like the pansy filled person you are while you wait for it. To sad, well, no actually, that you won’t be getting an answer but be content, I feel no pity for you and you deserve no recognition or praise so you can actually just get on with your life and leave me be to continue onwards with mine.
I can not deny this question an answer forever, what I am writing is already my knowledge and my knowledge will always me with me for as long as I remain living on this Earth. The person who has had the most influence on my life has been my aunt, who I would ask you to cordially to call her Agatha, and also to leave out all the warm and fuzzy crap that the word cordially brings with it. Just be polite about her. Reasons for calling her by her first name being that she never has been the type of person to buy into all that aunt this and aunt that crap which some people seem to adore so disgustingly. It would be a likewise situation for myself if I was ever in the situation that any child or adult for that matter decided to call me uncle for some god forsaken reason.
She has had the most influence on my life because she has always been there for me; wherever I may go she is always there. As a child, when my mother and father weren’t there she was, my mother and father were never in my life much from when I was a smile child so she brought me up, took care of me. Although I disliked some things she made me do as a child, I see their point and I appreciated them now, some of those things, well, all, I do enjoy doing because of her. She taught me a lot about life, told me her stories, taught me life’s lesson. She was the mother that was never there for me, she came around to my activities as a child, saw me grow up into a teenager, and stood, still looking proudly as I got my high school results and went into and finished university. My aunt was also the father I never had, she taught me to be tough and hard and gave me a lot of rough and tumble experience. Although I might say I sometimes dislike to admit this, it is true, I owe everything to my aunt, Agatha brought me up, is always there when I need her and was and still is the parents I never had or really knew, but I know her well enough and that’s all I ever want and need to get on with my own life.