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my life
My name is Leah Cora Ashley Sangster. I was born on Tuesday, January 6, 1987 at the Royal Alexandra Hospital in Edmonton, Alberta. My mother's name is Iris Elsie Sangster. My father is Anthony Keith Radcliffe. At that point I only had two older sisters. One of them was my half-sister. Her name is Amanda Lindstrom. My other sister, Jasmine Dama Charmaine Sangster. We were only one year apart. My father had twin sisters Charlotte and Charlene Radcliffe. My favorite aunt Charlotte at the time had a daughter named Raven. I loved that her birthday was the day after mine and she was only a few years away. My Aunt Charlene had two boys the same age as me and her sister. Jonathan and Jeffrey. Her father was Uncle Jesse Ford Wheeler. Now that I think about it, he was the coolest guy ever. My nana Lorraine and her father Gus have always been in my life from an early age. My other favorite thing was that everyone loved Uncle Gordon. Besides, no one seemed to like Uncle Jerry. Uncle Ray's Fear
Us with his hook arm. Before I could remember, he lost his arm to camother had three siblings named Bethel Sangster. Sangster was also her godfather. That's the best. Although he passed away when I was young, I have some fond memories of him. He had a son named Ryan and two daughters named Sam and Nakita. My uncle Chris had several children, but I only met one. His name was Nick. My Uncle Cheyenne had a little girl named Balinda.
Aàà!and a little Cheyenne. First of all, I would like to mention that in April she had two girls, Dama and Darcia, and a son, Damien. Then Aunt Roseanne had a cousin, Dallas, who was about the same age as me and her sister. Then there was Tracy, and she had a girl named Shanann and a boy named Cody. Next is my favorite aunt or her maternal relatives. My Aunt Goldie (DeeDee)
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ppp,x,,,,,,,xxThese are the most important people in my memory before my life turned into a nightmare. I remember the first place I lived. It was mainly me, my father, and my sister who lived there. We lived in her four-story apartment not far from my grandmother. My grandmother thought she loved the world. Anyway, I remember sneaking out of the house when I was three or four years old and running to my grandmother between probably three and six in the morning. This caused my father to panic in the morning and almost have a heart attack. My father worked as a bouncer and after a fight that nearly killed him, his throat was cut, but he was lucky to survive. In any case, one of the few good memories I have with my mother is from when we lived there. The first time was when her mother came home from a bar wearing a red dress and I thought she was very beautiful. She took me in her arms and danced to the song "There's a Year in a Beer" until I fell asleep and then put me to bed for the night. The second time was when the Klondike Days fireworks started one evening as we were getting ready for a bath. So she wrapped us in towels and rushed to the corner of the block so she could see us, but in her rush to get out she forgot that the water was running. I remember once falling in love with this boy. So I hid his coat because I thought he wouldn't be able to go home right after he got home from school. It was winter and it was cold, and when she realized it, she made me walk up and down in front of the house wearing only a bathing suit, and she sat by the window and laughed, and my father stood next to her and did not stop. . She added excessive amounts of pepper and hot sauce to her meals and made me eat everything in silence. Even now, I can't eat spicy food or pepper. Or she would make me stand in a corner all night, and if she found me sleeping or leaning against the wall for support, she would use a
Water bottle and spray me". I had this Princess Jasmine doll that I really loved. She took it from me and offered it to our garage sale to be mean. Her only daughter bought it back and said it was hers.

Her son also sexually exploited...