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This weekend I went to my Dad's. There my Uncle flew in from Israel. He was O.K. I guess. He got me this flower necklace and earrings, which I'm probably never gonna wear. Actually my weekend sucked. I felt really sad/depressed. I even cried and I have no idea why. But then my friend Marina came over and I felt better. Sometimes it just seems that everybody in my Boston family loves my little brother ore than me.