A errored being

I am nothing like others out there. Not the normal adult, for sure. I have the flaws of my family. Most of all my dad's flaws, but for sure, a flaw. It's like I was made of all the flaws of my family. my dad, most of all, like the one who made me. He made me with all the flaws of my family and mixed it together. And he made me if you get what I mean my dad or father's side more. Made me the errors of my dad, my dad's side. I'm just a flawed one. Nothing else, I mean its like God put all the flaws in one. In me that is it's like that is how he made me. Yet why did he make me that way a real flawed one. It's hard for me to describe it but I am a flawed one as my dad and his family. or my family, mostly my dad's side, that is. A errored being or something like that.