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BANG. My old baseball bat fell out of the cupboard I was cleaning and rolled to in front of my feet. I bent down and picked it up. It held so many happy, but also painful memories.

  My dad had given me it on my eleventh birthday, well it had been given to both me and my twin brother to share. Money had always been a problem in our household even when my dad was around, and expecting lavish birthday or Christmas presents was out of the question, especially as there were so many of us: me, my twin brother Jack, our younger brother Billy and our little sister Amy.

   We were so pleased with our bat, it was the same cool one as all the kids at school had, but the best thing about it was that our dad would take us to practise with them once a week at the park. Our dad never had much time for us so that session each week was precious. The only time we had with our dad was the baseball practices and an hour every Sunday when we would help dad fix the car. Our dad used to talk to us, he’d tell us to work hard and stick up for ouselves, and he'd tell us that he loved us and that we'd go far and we could do whatever we set our minds to if we worked for it. If only he'd have taken his own advice.

   It was seven years ago on Christmas Eve. Me and Jack were both fourteen, Billy was twelve and Amy only nine. Our parents were as usual arguing and we were being subjected to it. Our mum never wanted us to be subjected to it and had sent us to our room as usual but we could still here the shouts, it was impossible not too. And as usual Amy was crying im my arms-she hated it when they argued, we all did.

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"What's it about this time?" Billy sighed.

Jack shrugged, "I dunno, money probably."

   It was always money. It was because we didn't have any. Mum couldn't earn money because she had a diesease which meant it would be impossible for her to work and dad would do any job he could to get us money, he always said, "There's no shame in working hard to provide for your family." He would go out to work at 6 and come back in at 11 at night, he was a hero to us.

   It wasn't just at home that ...

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